The number two player in my social tennis team was a driver for the Australian Open in 92 and 93.. He'd collect the players from their hotels, take them to Flinders Park (as it was known back then) and back again. Steffi was one of his players.
She took a liking to him, turned him into her sex slave for the two weeks of the Open (in 1992) and I've never seen a more lovesick puppy once she'd left the country. She has major skills (according to him - no idea if he's any judge though), hated the name Steffi - wanted to be called Stefanie - and for the duration of the tournament, requested my mate as her driver.
He was so pumped up to drive again in 93 but she either didn't recognise him or brushed him completely. Crushed him.
We were all still giving him shit about when I last saw him about 15 years ago.