We were laughing so hard that people were looking at us like maybe we were the drunk people. It was just like old times and Matt was telling embarrassing stories about me that I had honestly forgotten about.
I hadn't met his new wife, Lisa before, and again Matt chose a smoking hot wife (brunette this time instead of the Norwegian blonde). I walked in and could pick Matt out straight away and he saw me. So I threw on some clothes and wandered over the road. That surf club is less than fifty meters from where I'm living and I thought it would be rude if I didn't go and have a beer. "Dave, you are up on the Sunshine Coast right? Missus and I are up for the day at the &%#* Surf Club having a beer, come join us if you are free." It was Matt who messaged me just after midday that Monday.
A few years ago he Facebook stalked me and we had a few exchanges on there but when I was back in Queensland (where I grew up) we never seemed to be able to arrange a chance to catch up, or have a hit of tennis which would be great. i think it was just as I started travelling and stopped playing tennis that Matt and his Norwegian missus got divorced. I remember her coming to tennis to cheer us on. He was (is) maybe five years older than me and he was married to this super hot Norwegian chick. Nice guy, better tennis player than I was and we would have a beer after tennis but were never super close mates. Then I received a Facebook message from an old tennis partner of mine Matt.Īfter high school I played a little bit of tennis and I was teamed up with a guy called Matt. I was up early, I went for a swim and a sauna, bacon and eggs for breakfast and I was settling in to a big day of work. It was Monday morning in Australia and I was looking forward to a productive start to the week.