Sand in my Suit: Louvre Me Louvre Me Not
You know that security blanket I was talking about in my column before last? Well, I must have bought mine on clearance, or simply been blinded by bliss and not noticed its rips and tears when it was draped so carelessly around my shoulders. In one weekend I grew closer with a gent and got dumped by a lady. My (now former) partner, Ola, has decided to play with somebody else. So, the National Volleyball League event in Malibu? And the Corona Light Wide Open tour stop in Chicago at the end of the month? We will not be playing together as planned. I can’t even say for sure that I will be playing in them; that all depends on whether I can find a suitable partner in such short notice. How did this happen, you are probably wondering? Why, I remember it as if it were just last Saturday…because it was. As I was playing in a co-ed tournament on Fourth Street in Manhattan Beach, Ola was playing with a mutual friend down in San Diego. Honestly I felt a little queasy that day — as if I had encouraged my boyfriend to take a day trip frolicking around with a cute, sexy, single girl. They ended up taking second. The next morning I get messages asking if I had booked my flight to Chicago. Then…
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