I Hate Tennis for a Reason

When we were in Puerto Rico - and seriously? I know I've started a dozen posts this way. I'm almost finished, I swear.

Anywho, back to the story.

My husband loves to play tennis. I hate to play tennis. I mean, I HATTTTTEEEEE to play tennis. It ranks right up there with, say, shooting pool -

which is also something that he loves to do. Sigh. Poor him, married to me.

On Friday, he really wanted to play tennis. He asked his workmate, who had gone on the trip with us, and whose wife is MUCH more fun than I am - and both of them wanted to play tennis. So I put on a new to me pair of shorts (my dear friend Kendra had sent them to me just the day before I left, and this becomes very important later in the story) and begrudgingly made my way down the street to the courts.

I wanted to lay by the pool. My husband promised - Just an hour, I'll only play for an hour, and then we can come back and swim! And, besides, you can take pictures of us, and I know you like to take pictures -

And so I went.

About half way through the Tennis Matches of Eternity, my husband motioned me to him. I'd been walking around, climbing up on various benches and chairs to get some pretty good shots. I was getting into the spirit of taking some really good action shots, and finally wasn't so grumpy about giving up my beach time.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear...

You are wearing pink striped panties, aren't you? You know I can see through those shorts, right?

Um, no. Had no idea. They were beige linen J Jill shorts, very cute, and apparently, very thin.

Which explains why I had no shorts to wear when we went to the rainforest. And also explains why I took no further pictures. As soon as the tennis games were over, I yanked my t shirt down as far as possible, in order to hustle back to the room. Where I planned to put on my bathing suit and go to the pool - but Mother Nature had other ideas.

Later that night, my husband was lucky enough to participate in one of his other favorite activities:

This entire story is to explain why a) I had no tan when I came back from my trip and b) why I will be shopping for more appropriate clothing choices as soon as possible.

Comments

[Karen]

Keep the trip stories coming! I've enjoyed everyone of them. Does that make me bad? Most have not been the greatest for you. I laugh at people falling too, but not when they get hurt. You are so funny!!

[addy]

Been there did that with a white bathing suit. See-all-the-way-through when wet.... Ya trips are so much fun sometimes.

[Amy]

Girl - get some new shorts! I have the whitest legs on the planet and I wear them. Go get 'em! ;) (Loft has some cute ones for not too terribly much moolah and they'll hold up for more than one season and they're not see-through (no, I do not work for Loft))

[kyooty]

YAY! for a chance to go shopping. I'm enjoying your trip stories.

[Glenda Piper]

I have been there - at my son's baptism. You could see my thong through my dress... CLASSY!! :-) And yes - keep these fun stories coming!!

[Megan]

Last week I tried on a gorgeous dress — white lace over a white slip. It looked good and was only $20 (TJ Maxx!) but fortunately I had the good sense to turn around and look at my back in the mirror. My underwear was very much on display. The dress went back on the rack.

I've also had this issue recently when trying on shirts, to the point that I'm thinking about writing to a certain store that makes inexpensive clothes for young professionals. (Not that they'd care.) Just because cute little sweaters are in and they can go a long way in hiding bra straps, cleavage, etc., doesn't mean I want or can afford for every shirt I buy to require a matching sweater. Do the people who design these clothes put ANY thought into what a woman needs to wear to look professional or just not skanky? Clearly not.

Sorry for the rant, but this is a passionate subject for me :)

[Headless Mom]

Sorry. Those shorts are so comfy though. Maybe a new pair of undies? ;-)