I was supposed to post this on Friday, but whoops shit happened. Anyway continuing my little experiment, this (or rather last week’s) person I’m grateful ti have in my life is….
My sparring partner at fencing. I’m an average or maybe even short-ish girl. He’s big burly guy, nearly 2 metres (or whatever that is in “feet”) tall.
Handling a full-bladed rapier is cakewalk for him. For me… not so much. I do try, though. And I’m physically stronger than most girls, mind you.
That should give you an idea how heavy those things are. Anyhow, I’m grateful to have him in my life because he doesn’t pull punches with me. He treats my strenght with respect.
I learn a lot from him.I get bruises from him and he gets bruises from me. Never has there been such a friendly and healthy, yet inherently violent relationship.
In between beating each other up we talk about D&D, conspiracy theories and our dogs. This one’s for you K. cheers mate