my first crush

My first real crush was on my tennis coach John Ruby. I was eight and even then I knew I liked older men. He drove a beat up Porsche, wore basketball shorts, and nicknamed me pornstar on the court. He made more money per hour than most of my dad's friends and he never graduated from highschool. He was my teenage rebellion love.

I wore matching socks and sweatbands to impress him. I practiced everyday and join the junior varsity tennis team to impress him. I served 76 miles per hour balls to impress him. I wanted him so badly.

One day his girlfriend walked on the court wearing a full length mink coat. She was gorgeous and had big hair. She was classy, put together ad did not belong on the court, not on my court! I aimed balls at her head as she would walk off and I might have even cried once when I saw her kiss him. He was my everything until New Kids on the Block came along.

At what point do I tell tell I'm tea person?

Barista cradled me to help me with my grip.