A little fun...

So last night my 'friend' who is being all testy was 'unavailable'. Yadda-yadda. So I was all dressed up, hair done to the 9's and my makeup just perfect. The adrenaline was flowing. So I called shazzy and whinned. She always lets me whine and vent 'love you SHazzy!!!'

Shazzy suggested to do something for just me. I said dancing she said that still involved people. I said well I don't know and then I thought...I'll go to the dojo and workout. Involves people yes, but none I can get into trouble with, LOL! Or at least you'd think...

Now I haven't been to my original dojo in like 4 years and any dojo in over 2.

So I got my weapons and gear and headed to the dojo. I got there around 7:20-7:30pm. The class had just ended and everyone was dispersing. I went in and my sensei was sooo glad to see me. Hugged my neck and we talked for a while. I told him I hated I missed class I really needed to just hit something because I have had an all around crappy day...

side note: The crappy day consisted of my mother, my I'm not sure what the hell to call him, and just a continual pile up of crap that finally just got the best of me yesterday. The I don't know the hell what person said his brother and family was going to be stopping by on their way to Florida and probably would stay. If they didn't he would give me a call. But you know what it sounded like a lie. A complete lie. But that could just be my thinking.

Continuing...

So...My sensei says 'go get your gear on then'. Oh I was so excited. I ran to the car, got my gear and headed inside with a since of jubilation. I changed into my full karate gi. When I got out he said I didn't need to dress all out so I got to wear just my t-shirt, gi pants, and belt. That was nice because the full gi can get rather hot, but on the down note without the gi there's nothing absorbing some of the blows, lol!

We worked on a sai kata (see picture) and then donned the gear. But while I started to grab my sparring gear he said 'no let's do a little MMA fighting' (Mixed Martial arts, UFC is MMA style).

Interjection: My sensei now trains MMA fighters. He just had his first showcase here locally.

Continuing...

So I was game. I put on shin/instep protectors (the little thin cotton ones) and really thin workout gloves. And we went to town. At first I was a little soft and girly but after the 2nd gut shot my competitive streak kicked in. There we were he shirtless and I in half gi uniform hashing it out (only going about 20% power). There were knee blows, thigh kicks, jabs, punches (very soft as I haven't done any competitive fighting in years!). Oh the adrenaline. My body dripping with sweat. My lungs filling with heat as they grasped for more air. And a freedom. A pure adrenaline release of freedom and independence. To know that I am a woman and can kick your ass if you mess with me. I was loving it.

My sensei went easy on me. Pulling every kick that would have landed at my head, but close enough so I could feel the breeze as it rushed by and stopped right in front of me. A quick punch to the gut I didn't tense for making my lungs work even harder for air and then I blitzed him. Kick, punch, punch, jab, punch, knee strike, knee strkie, push, thigh kick. Then...bam on my back on the floor, with my sensei looming over me chuckling. He had did a leg shoot. It went so fast I didn't even see it. He helped meup and we went back at it. Yeah, he could kick my ass in a nano second but he let's me play. Grants me mercy every now and then.

Mental note...work on my jiu jitsu skills.

The evening ended in pool and a drink with my sensei and another male. Then in him wanting me to come back to class. If not all class at least for the MMA fighting. It also ended in a discussion of why I left years ago.

You know what...I just don't understand. Other guys want to be with me. Men in my past want to be with me. But who I want. Doesn't want me. Why? What is this evil twist of fate? When is someone who I am mutually compatible with going to love me? When are they going to to want me? I want a relationship. I am tired of being a one woman show. I want someone to love, to hold and to share. Damn this romance deal is complicated.