Grappling

Apparently my punching skills suck. Day two, still weak and apparently he can tell every move I’m gonna make. But, I have excellent leg strength and am great at grappling. Which means choke holds, leg vices, and pinning 200 lbs boys to the ground. All says Joe, the guy I met on OkCupid who had a bunch of mutual friends with me. Including first Chris, who he faught against back in the teenage years, but never got to know. He and I met yesterday officially, though we’ve been talking, texting, and talking about eachother to our mutal friends for about a month. We met so he could train me in Brazilian Ju Jitzu. We train in the park, and it’s a killer workout and I’m loving it, but kinda sucky. I don’t know how I’d do this in real life yet. But…after both sessions we’ve stuck around an extra 45 minutes just chatting, and the whole time we are training, we are cracking eachother up. And he’ll laugh about how he’s never had a smart, beautiful, funny girl pin him down before. Wrestling has sooo many dirty jokes. But, he has never been anything but gentlemenly/professional about teaching. Until after training today, and talking for a whole 45 minutes…he just grabbed me and kissed me. And then apologized for being forward, but that he thinks I’m incredible and so damn beautiful he just had to. I didn’t mind at all lol.

He’s…really fricken cool. Didn’t expect it to be anything except training. He’s not a pretty boy at all. His nose has been broken (well most of his bones have been lol. Cage fighter), one of his eyes are slightly lazy from being punched, he’s scarred and not a slim guy by any means. So not like most guys I have dated. But I find him attractive, especially when pinning me to the ground…and I’m instantly comfortable with him. Calm. Dudes, I let him choke me. Not for real, but so he could show me how to break it if I am ever assalted. I never let people touch my neck, it terrifies me. He said he could feel my pulse shoot up, and if I wasn’t ready he’d stop. But I was fine. Dude, he’s straddled me and everything already! Purely for self defense sake, but it’s not weird at all. And…well he’s my type mentally for sure. Fucked up, violent as hell childhood, PTSD…but he’s saved himself already. He was in a gang growing up, South Side of Chicago, but met a martial art teacher who pulled him up and now he’s a professional fighter who fights only for sport or self defense, mentors little kids, runs an anti-gang, anti-violence group here in town, teaches a ton of classes, and has a goal of spending his life helping people. He even writes poetry, reads philosophy, and doesn’t drink much. WHOA, RIGHT?!?!

We aren’t dating. We aren’t getting married lol. I am finally not thinking ahead on this one. Except when I can fit in the next training session, cause I love this shit. And that I invited him to a party tonight at my apartment (roommate’s birthday!). Who knows. Maybe more kisses, maybe just friends. But I got kissed by a sweet, tough as shit guy. And he thinks that I’m beautiful when I’m sweaty as all hell, covered in grass, and with my hair accidentally orange from bleach…

Eutony and Optomistic Heart you can check him out through my facebook if you want…