“You were trained in Taek Kwon Do, right?” she asked in the tone of recollection.
“Yes I was.”
“So was Terence?”
“Yes, he too.” I looked at her into her eyes, admiring the beauty of this lady whom I refer to as “the Significant Other”.
“Hold on. He’s the medal holder for the National Tournament?”
“And you too?” she was getting very curious about the similarity between my buddy Terence and I.
“Yes.” I gave her a smile. After all, which man won’t love the sight of his beloved?
“If you and Terence were to stand in the ring…. who’ll win?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“Do you think he’ll be better if he was to spar with you?”
“I’ve never seen him fight or spar, nor have I ever fought or spar with him. So, answering your question…” I held her by her shoulders, slipping my thumb under the thin spaghetti straps hanging over them. “I don’t know.”
“It’s always ‘I don’t know’.” She replied frustration, which was, to me, cute and adorable.
“I won’t know, because we never fought before. I won’t know, because I’ve never seen him spar before.” I gave her a kiss on her forehead.
“Do you think you’ll stand any chances of winning him?” she’s not giving up, and she’s still asking.
I pulled her towards me, and hugged her by her waist. Putting my chin over her left shoulder, I said:
Andy Lawson is the average man on the street that you’ll not even trouble yourself looking at him if he passes by you. He’s sensitive to bullshit, and he hates mediocrity in most people. He is the author of his self-published book: Facts and Fiction of Fengshui: Facts that Masters are NOT Telling You. He doesn’t have Facebook or Twitter, because he hates to be associated with people who tend to be passive-aggressive online, but he does have a very limited set of vocabularies, terrible grammar, a twisted mind that makes himself God in his own twisted world and an ability to communicate with people who wish to be his friend.