From Fat to Skinny

September 18, Thursday

Ricci asked me out after class.

Kinda.

Like, not on a date. But, like, to go to the park and practice volleyball so I don't suck so badly.

She isn't the greatest teacher. She tried showing me how to serve, but she always went too fast. Eventually I caught on, but mostly I think that was luck and some form of learning osmosis. Meh.

We got to talking and stuff. You never notice accents much when you only hear “Pass it!” “Over here” “Good job” and “Open”, but now I know she has this mix of a real thick Southern accent and a slight New England accent. Should ask her about that one day...

Oh, and she's got the best sense of humor oh my god. From puns to dead baby jokes to biting sarcasm to self-deprecation. She seems to relish in making people uncomfortable. She was certainly surprised that I laughed when she tried making sex jokes.

Me: “Man, I suck.”

Ricci: *grinning*

Me: “At volleyball, Ricci. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

Ricci: “Sorry, sorry, just figured you'd know how to handle your balls, Midler.”

Ah man, it probably doesn't translate well to paper, but yeah. It was hilarious at the time.