That's Vincent Van Patten on the left.
That's me standing next to him.
We're on a double date with the couple on the right.
The lucky girl standing next to me is with Christopher Connelly, another Hollywood actor.
The paparazzi wouldn't leave us alone that day.
I never even got to break a sweat or play one single set.
Nevertheless, "Love" was in the air that day.
Vincent never let go of his balls. The ones in his hand that is. I have no idea about the others.
Chris, that's what his friends (like me) called him, liked to dress up nice and fancy to play tennis. I'm sure his date was impressed. I was a little jealous, for sure. I was also a little envious of the fact that he is touching his date.
Vincent is giving me an elbow to my back and telling me to look like I know what I'm doing. Sheesh, does he think I don't do this every day of my life?
Amateurs, I tell ya! I had to teach him everything.
It's sad to say, but we lasted only as long as it took to take this picture, and then it was on to greener pastures for me.
I was a heart breaker I tell ya.
The love em' and leave em' kind.
I hear Vince cried like a baby forever and a day after I told him I would not be his future Mrs. Van Patten.
I recommended therapy.
I hope he's happy now and has gotten over me. I'm pretty sure he hasn't and still thinks of me, every moment of every day. I have that affect on men.
If anyone who knows me from, back in the day, writes in the comment section that this was nothing more than a publicity photo that ran in the newspaper for a celebrity tennis tournament our school held, they are absolutely, unequivocally, right.
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