Tennis players might have fuzzy balls

Today pretty much sucked. I was unmotivated, uninspired, and lethargic. I hate days like today. Things turned around at tennis this evening. I haven't played in a few weeks, but tonight everything went so well. My elbow didn't bother me, my shots were on, the other players were fun, it was just great all around. So I headed off the courts and toward my car. As I approached, a cute guy wandered over and said, "Hi. Is that a diesel?" We had a short conversation, he said, "Well, have a good night." I said, "You, too." He walked into the club and I drove off. About 30 seconds later, I almost turned around to find him and keep talking to him. Another blogger who I read regularly wrote recently about missed opportunities. I tried to find the blog but couldn't. I had just finished a great tennis session, was looking forward to dinner, wasn't at all expecting to meet anyone I might want to know better. Out of the blue comes exactly that: a person I might want to know better. Meeting people is something I want to be better at. I want to be better prepared, always ready for interesting people to pop out of the woodwork.