Friday by Friday, G-Man asks us to encapsulate the sadness of things in 55 telling words.
She could not unhook her gaze from the lump in his swimming shorts. What normal woman could? Entranced, she found herself wondering "Swimming shorts? Peculiar dress for playing tennis? Oh, I see! That lump must be where he conceals his balls, and if that's the case it's no wonder he grunts when he serves."
(55 words ± 0, including the title.)