One day while at the pool I went to the snack bar. There I spotted a tall guy with olive skin and dark hair. I thought he was gorgeous. Tony noticed me too, and began talking to me. I learned Tony was 6'4" tall, Italian and from New York. We became friends and would hang out together when at the pool. I would also see him at the movies some time.
Tony loved tennis and one day asked me if I played. I told him I'd never learned, so he announced that he was going to teach me.
We met at the tennis courts one afternoon. Tony looked dashing in his white shorts and shirt. I wore a regular, every day shorts outfit. Tony patiently explained to me how I was supposed to hold the racket and how to hit the tennis ball. He'd brought a racket for me to use. After the initial instruction he asked me if I was ready to try playing. "I think so", was my response.
We lined up on opposite sides of the net and Tony served the ball to me. I missed it. Tony served again. I missed it again. The serving and missing continued for some time. Finally, Tony decided maybe I should serve the ball and hit it to him. I tried several times without success. Tony patiently tried to coach me with serving and returning the ball. I ran all over the court, without success.
Finally, Tony had had enough. "Ruby", he said, "I think you better stick to swimming. Some people just weren't meant to play tennis, and I think you're one of those people".
And so my tennis career began and ended in one afternoon. As for Tony, he found another tennis partner.