Got a massage on Sat from my secret weapon. She said the doctor told her I’m a monster on the court. I laughed. Men have called me that.
My shins were cramping after the first game. He massaged them out (one of the most painful experiences you’ll ever have) and I was able to power through the next game against tall 23 year olds.
He’d always fixed me up but this was the first time he’d seen me play. He said he thought I played bigger but I played small. And quick. Said I’m better than 75% of the guys. Said it in an amazed way in that whatever thoughts he’d had about me, I’d far exceeded them.
75%. A solid C in a man’s world, a solid A++ in being the creature that haunts a man when he’s alone in the dark. Temptation and fear, like bourbon and bitters. The potential loss of self. It’s an intoxicating cocktail. An addiction, some would say.
I can be your addiction. I can keep you fed. You want to build a wolfpack? Start with a woman who hunts.