I was listening to the Adam Corolla show on my way to the gym this morning, and they were listing off the “Top Fantasies of Men” according to some meticulously unscientific poll or another. Number four, it turns out, is “to be totally dominated by a woman.”
And, half an hour later, some 87 pound young lady handed me my ass in racquetball, 15-1. It’s rare that the elapsed time between learning that I have a particular fantasy, and the fulfillment of said fantasy, is so brief.
I recently joined the racquetball ladder, and am currently dwelling on a rung about a third of the way up. Down here, you encounter three types of players: (a) people who have never played racquetball before and joined the ladder on a lark, (b) people who have been on the ladder for a while but aren’t good enough to progress, and (c) people who are accomplished players but, like everyone else, had to start at the bottom and work their way to the top. On my initial serve this morning my opponent bungled her return, leaving me to instantly classify her as either (a) or (b). Swaggering with my near insurmountable 1-0 lead, I followed-up with a easy serve — you know, the kind that even a girl could hit. And that was pretty much the end of that.
Here’s how she scored one of her many points. She positioned herself in the center of the court and prepared to return the ball I had just hit off the front wall; I, meanwhile, stood about five feet directly behind her. She drew back her racquet to strike the approaching ball. Then, at the last moment, she apparently decided that she would rather field the ball off the back wall instead, and abruptly withdrew her racquet.
Fun fact: #9 on the list of Top Male fantasies was “To be hit in the groin by a high-velocity projectile in the presence of an attractive woman.” YES! TODAY WAS A TWO-FER!!