Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Battered and bruised
The day after fencing I'm bearing the scars (and bruises and welts) of my folly.
Never trust your coach to pair you up in a "duet" with an "appropriate partner".
Appropriate partners are not half your age, twice your speed, and medal winners at national competitions.
On the bright side, I knocked him senseless quite a few times :p
The coach was taken by my speed, and precision after five months off from fencing. The sad truth is that it's been so long since I fenced, and work has been so frustrating that it just felt so good to hit someone... I wanted Moooooree.
*****
So I've been invited out "dating" tonight (although, with typical womanly wiles, the invitor contrived to have it seem that I was doing the asking... ha. Women... think you can get away with wordplay all the time eh? Re-minisce is having none of that).
Naturally, being the sexless, unfunny, uninteresting, utterly boring and ordinary bloke that I am (I am, I am, really. My fingers are possessed by the spirit of a hot nympho but the rest of me is really rather ordinary I swear. Damn! Even that came out dodgy. bugger.) I declined, in favour of "hanging out" with the same person. Hanging out, less stress, less effort la, and still can get to know each other.
*****
Hellllloooooo, how ya doin'?
Okay, still needs work.
*****
Irresponsible medijournalism, part Duh.
I've gotten hold of a chain of emails which is making me seethe a little.
But wait, wait. Bide your time.
Never trust your coach to pair you up in a "duet" with an "appropriate partner".
Appropriate partners are not half your age, twice your speed, and medal winners at national competitions.
On the bright side, I knocked him senseless quite a few times :p
The coach was taken by my speed, and precision after five months off from fencing. The sad truth is that it's been so long since I fenced, and work has been so frustrating that it just felt so good to hit someone... I wanted Moooooree.
*****
So I've been invited out "dating" tonight (although, with typical womanly wiles, the invitor contrived to have it seem that I was doing the asking... ha. Women... think you can get away with wordplay all the time eh? Re-minisce is having none of that).
Naturally, being the sexless, unfunny, uninteresting, utterly boring and ordinary bloke that I am (I am, I am, really. My fingers are possessed by the spirit of a hot nympho but the rest of me is really rather ordinary I swear. Damn! Even that came out dodgy. bugger.) I declined, in favour of "hanging out" with the same person. Hanging out, less stress, less effort la, and still can get to know each other.
*****
Hellllloooooo, how ya doin'?
Okay, still needs work.
*****
Irresponsible medijournalism, part Duh.
I've gotten hold of a chain of emails which is making me seethe a little.
But wait, wait. Bide your time.
