A lot of you, we've noticed, have been stealing glances lately at your date/time watches, wondering when Roger is going to pop the big question to his ultra-squeezable squeeze, Mirka. Oh, sure, he's a busy guy. Oh,sure, they both have plenty of time.Oh, what difference does it make, it's just a silly piece of paper, it has nothing to do with real, true love! But. . . But, when is he going to ask, dang it!. . . Isn't it about time he asked? . .She's such a sweet girl, I wish he would just ask. . .Gee, do you think there's something wrong with her?. . . I always wondered what he saw in her in the first place! Ah, amore. You know how it goes.. .
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Anyway, since one of the remarkable conceits of this particular looney bin is that you - we - are every bit as important and discussion-worthy as any of the pro players, Steggy and I thought it would be fun to open things up and do a classic Dear Abbey-grade advice column in which we and your fellow Tribe members would talk about your love life.
You know, answer your questions about why men can't put down the toilet seat when they're done, or why women - your woman - loathes that buddy who comes over to watch NFL football (or futbol) in his Brett Favre ( or Boca Junior) jersey, and wearing one of those hardhats with the two beer cans IV-rigs attached (sorry, I don't know the non-Gringo versions of that particular piece of gear).
I mean, if you really want to get the skinny on that Davydenko-Baghdatis-Camille interpretation of Graham Greene's The End of the Affair, what happened to that scuzzball Hollywood guy Serena was dating we'll do our best. Honest. To each is own.
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But come on, do you really care that much about Rafael and Xisca (heck, I can't even bother to Google her name to get it right!), or Andy and Paris? Wouldn't you much rather get the low-down on what's bugging your fellow Elders and those lurkers who may drift out of the shadows to poise a poignant, heart-wrenching question (How do I know if its just a rash, or . . .)? How are we going to get Momofan hooked up with that Omar Sharif-look alike of her dreams? And what's up with, who is, it Sky?, and all those long relationships he so elliptically refers to his infrequent comments? Is Ray a Playah in sheep's clothing? Is Tim a playah in playah's clothing? Just let's not get into "we didn't need to know that" territory, okay?
Anyway, we don't want to force the issue here, and we have one important cautionary note: If your question/comment is sufficiently personal, leave off any contact info (email) and use a pseudonym - if you go with some variation on "anon", we'll know you're a regular, being discreet. And to answer an eariler query on another thread, anyone can dispense advice; Steggy and I will weigh in as we see fit. Oh, yeah, If you want to ask tennis-related question, even technical ones, a la the last Talkback post, that's cool too. As usual at TennisWorld, anything goes. And it probably will.
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