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Tennis Courtships

Tennis Courtships

Finding a tennis partner is a lot like dating. There’s this nervousness and excitement about asking someone to play with you, wondering whether they like your game, and whether they want to enter a tennis relationship. As with dating, some people don’t like to commit to a single partner and get upset if you play around. Other people will only play competitively with you. I can fall on either side, depending on who the player is.

Once my friend set me up with one of her colleagues who was a really good tennis player. He was a 4.5 and I am a 3.5 and we were going to play an 8.0 mixed team together. The first time we practiced I was really nervous about whether he thought my game was any good. I got hit in the eye pretty badly by our opponent so I wasn’t really able to play my best tennis. Plus I was worried about whether I was going to have to go to the eye doctor the next day so I was a wee bit distracted.

Afterwards I tried to get the scoop from my friend: Did he like me? Did he ask about me? Did he think I was any good? Unfortunately, we did not win any matches during the season so I don’t think he had that much fun and he never asked me to play again. I wasn’t too upset because he really was out of my league. Literally.

In many cases, spouses do not make good tennis partners. Usually the husband has high expectations for how he believes his wife should play, and this tends to get expressed as criticism on the court. Then the wife will get mad and tell the husband to worry about his own game. In fact, it’s often a useful strategy when playing a married couple to try to get them to fight during the match.

I used to try to play with my ex socially, even though my friends discouraged me from doing so even if we were in Mexico and he had to play every day and I was the only person who could possibly play with him. I guess they were right, because by the end of the week I was crying. And like baseball, there should be no crying in tennis.

He was clever enough to give me the name of my mixed doubles team which was full of couples. He wasn’t on my team, of course. After his suggestion, we were forever known as Mixed Troubles.

While tennis divorces are not as painful as real divorces, they can cause hurt and angry feelings and potentially end the friendship. Often tennis marriages end when one player moves up in rating, the pair goes on a long losing streak because now they are less competitive, or one partner cheats on the other partner by playing in a tournament and/or league with someone else.

I once had a tennis divorce when my partner moved up to 4.0. While we dominated at 7.0, I was not good enough to hold my own at 8.0.  He started to get frustrated with my game and was asking me to make shots that I didn’t possess at the time. I told him I thought we should both try to find someone stronger to play with and he was surprised and hurt by this. After some tense conversations, we were able to part on good terms.

Because I live in a small town, you pretty much know everyone’s game and who is involved in a tennis relationship. But if you live in a big city, it might be nice to have a tennis dating website that could help you find a partner. It could be called tennismatch.com and the slogan could be: we’ll help you find a winning partnership.

My description might go something like this:

Female 40 and over player with a 3.5 rating looking for a mixed doubles partner to compliment my game. I’m a lefty with a great backhand and serve and I am crafty with my use of spins and lobs. I prefer the baseline and play great defense but I am comfortable at the net and will put the ball away when I have the chance. I like a partner who demonstrates good sportsmanship, has a positive attitude on the court, and never stops fighting for the win. Must be willing to eat out after the match, win or lose.

That makes me sound like an appealing partner, don’t you think?

Knitting and Relationships

I first learned to knit at an eating disorder conference. The presenter was using knitting as a metaphor for what recovery was like. It’s so difficult to figure out how to get started, or to think you’ve made progress, only to have to rip everything out. The presenter was totally addicted to knitting but clever. And it’s true. Knitting has taught me a lot about life.

Last night I was working for several hours on this dress for my niece, only to have to rip out every row except one. Four hours of knitting for one row.

I only have myself to blame. It’s a complicated pattern where every stitch has to be accurate, and I knew I had messed up but I figured, it’s at the end of the row. It will be at the seam. I can make it work!  I’ve made this mistake hundreds of times, and it always costs me in the end. In knitting and in life. This guy has trauma? Addictions? ADHD? Narcissistic Personality Disorder? No problem! I can fix him! I can make it work!

My problem is that I love complicated patterns. I love to be challenged. Most people find a pattern for a scarf that they like and they knit 5 of them. I, on the other hand, decide to knit something like a dress, which takes months to knit, and when I’m done I never want to see the pattern again.

I’m actually selling a few of the items that I’ve knit at The Stitchin’ Post.  Even if they sell, the best I can hope for is to cover the cost of the materials, because I’m only making something like one cent an hour.

But that’s OK. I’m not doing it for the money. To me, patterns are more like puzzles to be solved, like Minesweeper or Sudoku. A pattern that I have already mastered is boring and no longer holds my interest.

I know this makes me unusual. When I was a kid I used to untangle balls of string for fun. Well, it also bugged me that the string was not in a usable form. But I got immense satisfaction out of being able to roll it up into a ball after the last knot was untangled. And it was kind of foreshadowing that I would love kitting later in life.

My relationships follow a similar pattern. I like a challenge–someone with all kinds of issues and baggage and diagnoses. I want to hear all about their problems, learn how they developed, and figure out how to solve them. That’s why I became a psychologist. But sometimes you need to cut your losses and start over, in knitting and in life. Sometimes I can’t make it work.

Several years ago I was talking to one of my colleagues about the demise of my first marriage and she said, “marriage is hard work, but it shouldn’t be like climbing Mt. Everest.” I thought, really? It sounded that bad? I guess I was so used to what my mom tried to do to make her marriage work that what I was doing paled in comparison. I thought that marriage was supposed to be that hard.

After my second marriage ended, a good friend who knows me well dropped some wisdom on me that helped me feel less like a loser. She knew the guy, since we all played tennis. She knew how hard I tried. And she said, sometimes you can try too hard. And that has always stuck with me. Sometimes I even use it as a mantra.

There is a reason for my desire for complexity in knitting and relationships. Freud called it a repetition compulsion. But these days neuropsychologists frame it in terms of rewiring of your brain. With so much trauma, mental illness, prejudice, and discrimination from being immigrants, my brain was wired to be hypervigiliant of crisis. Hence, the “self-soothing” of trying not to blow up one of the 999 bombs in Minesweeper as a way to prepare me for sleep in my night owl post.

It’s for similar reasons that veterans come back from wars with PTSD. You’re so used to surviving, that doing something ordinary, liking picking from hundreds of different cereals at the grocery store while spending time with your family is unbearably boring. You’d rather sign up for another tour and figure out how to keep a bomb from blowing up in your face, like that guy from Hurt Locker. Who is also Hawkeye in the Avengers. A real sensation seeker.

But I digress.

I am learning how to recognize when I’m not at war, but nothing is going to change my desire for cognitive complexity. It’s like mental sensation-seeking. Some people climb Mt. Everest for fun, and I guess I like scaling psychological mountains and complicated patterns. So I’m knitting a dress for my niece for Christmas. Which I will work on again tonight.

 

Divorces

I was married once. Ok, twice. Twice unsuccessfully. And I have to say, it kind of hurts your feelings to have 2 divorces. One is ok. Normal, even. Two starts to look bad.That’s why I have decided never to get married again. I have not gone through the legal steps to officially get divorced. That way if I ever have the crazy notion that I want to get married, I’ll have to do a lot of stuff first.

Admittedly, there are other reasons I haven’t officially gotten divorced. I don’t think that it’s up to the court to decide when my marriage has ended. I felt like it ended when I bought my own place. And at that point we no longer shared any property or bank accounts. But I do still have some of my stuff at his house because my place is so small. I guess if someone ever moves in with him I’ll have to rent storage or something. But I don’t have to obsess about that today. Although I was about to.

Also, it costs money to get divorced, and despite being a professional, I am just making it month to month. I suspect I must be doing something wrong since the average salary for an entire family is less than what I make, but that is for another post. If we got divorced I would have to pay for it all because he didn’t want to get divorced.

This last reason is irrational, but whatever. People do all kinds of irrational things. Even psychologists. Even though I already tell people I have two divorces, it’s different in my mind to actually have two separate slips of paper saying you’re divorced. They’re not even full sheets of paper. And it’s not anything important looking like a certificate. Like when Homer Simpson got a certificate and a stamp that said Not Insane after he was released from the mental hospital. I love that episode! Maybe they should give you something like that when you get divorced so you know it’s important.

In fact, the slip of paper looked so unimportant that the first time I got divorced I threw the thing away. But then when I was getting married again I found out that you actually need that little slip of paper, so then I had to get a copy of it. Which I did keep this time. Although I have no idea where it is at the moment. But that’s OK, because I’m not getting married again.

Despite my claims that this slip of paper is not important, I don’t want two of them on my record.  It’s like having two strikes against you. Two reminders that you have not been able to successfully maintain a marriage. And who needs that?

However, if my unofficial ex were ever to ask for a divorce because he wants to get married, I would do so. That way he would have to pay for half of it.