Wednesday, May 4, 2011


He was struck by her beauty. It was all he could do to stay calm in her presence. Cool and collected, yes. The virtues of an eligible man. Traits worthy of her absolute grace, her unfathomable serenity. The way she walked, smooth and with a depth beyond mere motion. She was on a higher plane... No! A higher dimension!

No longer. No longer would he remain a shadow in the face of her blinding light!

“Pardon me, my dear, but I must proclaim to you my undying affection.”

“Who the hell are you?”

Lightning only strikes once, as they say.


  1. Wow, great story Scott! I bet Nadal will someday realize how well you write about him! My favorite part of this story is when you say "lightning only strikes once", because that's true for everyone but Nadal. Have you seen his serve? Lightning!

  2. i enjoyed going through your blog