You were a very successful tennis player. One of the best as of 2005. You had it all. The success, the fame, and the skills, not to mention the looks.

People either wanted to be you, or be with you. Sign you in contracts or sponsor you in the tennis world.

It was all cute. There was a singles match coming up for you to participate in. Little did you know that you’d meet two boys who would basically have a keen interest in you for most of your adult lives. Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig.

Which one to choose? Blonde or Brunette, Fire or Ice, Sweet or Salty.

That was entirely up to you.

You were at the after party and were enjoying yourself, making sure to take a small break from the small talk and dancing.

The two boys approached. “We saw you play and we had to come say hi.” The brunette one said. “Yea you were fantastic, like freaking amazing.” The blonde one said after him.

“Art Donaldson” “Patrick Zweig” They said in unison.