Bent

I have this running analogy of tennis and a good conversation: no one hogs the ball, and the ball is always in the air.

Last night i was always serving, and my opponent was hitting half-assedly or missing it altogether.

When i dropped my racket, he wondered why i didn't wanna play any more.

"This is not flowing," i said.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

Exactly.

Exit!