Tennis in the Summer

How do you ask a girl out who you never see and whose number you don't even have? There I was sitting at home wanting to ask Megan on a tennis date, and I was without her number. Calling Maddie to set it up would have made me feel like I couldn't do things on my own, that I needed someone else to get a girlfriend for me. So in my pride, I opted for the universal college form of communication: Facebook.

The next day we had our tennis date. Megan played in high school so the game actually had a few decent rallies. Along with her skill,  she plays with finesse. I was having fun just watching her. She looked cute in her tennis outfit, too. When the tennis workers came around to check our BYU id cards, the girl commented on her skirt. "I like your skirt! You look cute!" I quickly jumped at the opportunity. "She does look cute, right?" Smooth.

After a few games, we called it a day and went to 7-11 for some drinks and to socialize. Her personality was upbeat and very mature, and I thought the world of it. On the way home, we decided to do it again, and I was excited. Self, great day.