My boyfriend plays tennis for our university, and like most other sports, it totally consumes our lives. From practices to matches, everything has to be planned around the season. Being supportive is one thing, but living your life around someone else's team's schedule gets old. The things we do for love...
1.You plan dates and plans around matches.
Oh, you wanted to go to that one-day festival? Nope. Your boyfriend inevitably has a match or game in another state that day.
2. When they do poorly, you have to listen to them complain.
All. Day. Long. Whether it's sulking in the car or yelling at the other team, you have to be the one to listen.
3. Not knowing when they'll finally be home.
Usually, the match is supposed to start at one time, but it actually starts approximately two hours later. Never count on them being home at a decent time.
4. Your spring break WILL be ruined by a tournament.
My boyfriend will be approximately twelve hours away from me on a beach during spring break. I'll be living it up at work that whole time.
5. The equipment has a permanent residence on their bedroom floor.
I can't even count how many times I've tripped over random tennis balls.
6. Sometimes you have to do homework at matches in order to keep up.
As long as you watch them, you're fine. No one else matters.
7. Their car is filled with sweaty clothes all. The. Time.
Every time I go to get in my boyfriend's car I have to wait for him to remove the bag, clothes, and four pairs of tennis shoes that are inevitably in his front seat.
8. You actually have to learn the sport.
Tennis is hard to learn by watching. I frequently Google the rules and scoring so I can *try* to keep up.
9. They have to go to random meeting or events at inconvenient times.
The day my boyfriend and I moved into our new apartment he received a five-hour notice he had to sit through an event. Needless to say, I was not happy having to move by myself.
10. They're always starving.
Every Thursday night Seth and I go to Buffalo Wild Wings. I order like 10 wings, and he orders 20.
11. They're always sweaty.
"Don't kiss me, I'm sweaty" is a common phrase uttered in my house.
