So all the times I talk about the dojo, keep in mind my introduction was I’m walking from not too far away for the first day in like June and I pass this Mexican high school girl with a great rack

And I’m like “nice”

And she catches me checking her out

So I shrug.

So I get to the dojo and change into the gi I got on my preliminary visit, and make some introductions, when that girl walks in

And I’m like ::sucks breath through teeth:: “okay I was a guy she knows thinks she looks fresh on the street, I’m sure she’s used to it, I can be an honorable dojomate too.”

And so we do some primal forms, and exercises, and trying to keep up with the sensei I work myself so hard I have to run out of the storefront and puke in the gutter on Sunset, and then we’re milling around catching our breath before sparring and this after-college before-maternity woman is talking to this girl like “you’ve gotta come in EVERY DAY this summer, we’ve gotta get you ALL READY for SEVENTH GRADE”

and it’s like ::SUCKS BREATH THROUGH TEETH::