The I received a Facebook message from an old tennis partner of mine Matt.
After high school I played a little bit of tennis and I was teamed up with a guy called Matt. Nice guy, better tennis player than I was and we would have a beer after tennis but were never super close mates. He was (is) maybe five years older than me and he was married to this super hot Norwegian chick. I remember her coming to tennis to cheer us on. i think it was just as I started travelling and stopped playing tennis that Matt and his Norwegian missus got divorced.
Since then, I haven’t seen Matt at all. A few years ago he Facebook stalked me and we had a few exchanges on there but when I was back in Queensland (where I grew up) we never seemed to be able to arrange a chance to catch up, or have a hit of tennis which would be great.
It was Matt who messaged me just after midday that Monday. “Dave, you are up on the Sunshine Coast right? Missus and I are up for the day at the &%##* Surf Club having a beer, come join us if you are free.”
That surf club is less than fifty meters from where I’m living and I thought it would be rude if I didn’t go and have a beer. So I threw on some clothes and wandered over the road.
I walked in and could pick Matt out straight away and he saw me. Hugs like old mates. I hadn’t met his new wife, Lisa before, and again Matt chose a smoking hot wife (brunette this time instead of the Norwegian blonde). It was just like old times and Matt was telling embarrassing stories about me that I had honestly forgotten about. We were laughing so hard that people were looking at us like maybe we were the drunk people. We weren’t… yet. After we all got a round of beers I said that I’d prefer to switch to scotch or rum, and I asked Matt and Lisa if they would like to head back to my place?
That is what we did.
On the walk back to my place we had to move their car so they didn’t get a parking ticket and I mentioned to bring up their swimsuits in case we ended up in the rooftop hottub.
Back at my little unit we had a real drink and the laughter continued. I think it was after two drinks that Lisa suggested we go check out the rooftop hottub. Sounded like a good idea. I offered them the bathroom if they needed to get changed but they both said they were wearing their togs. Being such a fan of speedos of course that made me think. Matt was wearing a pair of dress shorts with a leather belt, if they are wearing their togs does that mean he is speedo’ing it up?