Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Week 4: Fencing

Last night was our first night of dress up! There I was in my white get up, mask on, weapon in hand, I like it! How long does it take to get used to wearing the mask? Neil?

The thing that gets to me during my training, I think about Sabre Boy. Not that I’m against my thoughts swaying towards him, but the fact of the matter is I chose this sport for me, I didn’t know anyone that participated in this obscure, apparently unpopular sport, now I met a guy that competes Nationally.

I was tempted to text Sabre Boy and ask about the ‘wearing of mask’. I didn’t. I’m not the girl to randomly send messages after only a few meetings.

There I have it, something that I want to do, different, no attachment to anything or anyone has now been tainted (in a pleasant way – so far. Yeah, yeah… I know what you’ll say).

8 comments:

Indiana said...

Well Nat the easy way to keep things from getting tainted is:

a. Do Nothing.
b. Take up self-competitive solitare, or,
c. Do not shag the instructor.

And unless you work out hoe to exist as an island, everything becomes tainted with memory and interaction...though for some things it not so much a taint as a pleasent flavouring.

Cibbuano said...

what's wrong with random texting?

Scorpy said...

That reminds me of a joke about the girl taking golfing lessons and she is having trouble gripping the club.The instructor says "Hold it like you are holding your boyfriends dick" she does as he says and hits the ball perfectly. He then says "Now this time take the club out of your mouth" LOL!!!

Doll Face said...

Indy: self-competitive solitare??? So that's what you do in your spare time :-P

Cibby: I prefer to leave random texting to when I know someone a little better...

Scorpy: Love it! An oldie but a goodie. Doesn't really help me out though ;-)

Indiana said...

Well I do lead a very exciting existence ~grin~

Anonymous said...

Tainted or enhanced? It depends on your point of view. You have a common frame of reference with Sabre boy in terms of the sport, as well as friends and other things that you share. That's not such a bad thing really.

I know you don't take much stock in my view of the interconnectedness of the universe, preferring solid incontrovertable facts and the inherent accuracy of balance sheets adding up, but who's to say there's not some sort of metaphysical reason for both your interest in an obscure, apparently unpopular sport and meeting a guy who happens to be not just another aficionado, but who competes on the National level.

thermalsatsuma said...

I assume that you are using a borrowed mask? When you've got your own, it's much easier to adjust it to fit the shape of your head so it's snug without being too tight. As for the claustrophobic feeling, that comes from your eyes trying to focus on the mesh in front of your face. My mask has a black mesh and I don't notice it now, particularly when I'm concentrating on somebody trying to hit me ... :-)

Doll Face said...

I feel that indy :-P

Nick, when my thoughts are drifting to another it's tainted - I don't care what you say.

neil: yep, borrowed black mask, ohh yeah i'm focusing on my competitor, time will tell if i end up purchasing my own ;-)