You know what's fucking hot?
Walking through the arena with my man after his fight and getting stopped every few steps by another person shaking his hand and saying "Great fight, man." Watching the girls in there look at him, look at me, and look away. Yeah, he won. Two fights in one week. My boyfriend can totally beat up your boyfriend.
I think I've bitten off more than I can chew, though. At dinner post-fights, I think I agreed to joining the muay thai class with the guys (and the hard-core girls). Coach even joked about getting me a fight. Don't think I want to compete, but it's flattering to have it suggested...
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go spoil my sore man.
Walking through the arena with my man after his fight and getting stopped every few steps by another person shaking his hand and saying "Great fight, man." Watching the girls in there look at him, look at me, and look away. Yeah, he won. Two fights in one week. My boyfriend can totally beat up your boyfriend.
I think I've bitten off more than I can chew, though. At dinner post-fights, I think I agreed to joining the muay thai class with the guys (and the hard-core girls). Coach even joked about getting me a fight. Don't think I want to compete, but it's flattering to have it suggested...
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go spoil my sore man.
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Bitch, please.
Actually if you think you're old you probably ARE in the right neck of the woods.
I mean, my folks moved there to retire.