I had a bad attitude on the court today. Just because I’m frustrated with the way a teammate plays doesn’t mean I diva out and quit. I need to find another way to keep my head in it.

I can never decide which end of the spectrum I prefer–a guy with a lot of experience with women, a guy with less experience with women. Both have their trade-offs, like being with someone older or younger. Considering I am capable of being jealous of a person’s past, maybe less, but considering I’m a sophisticated piece of female engineering and will not suffer fumbling gladly, that would explain why I’m single.