I was training some new guys from at the cowboy bar last night. About game. Being a man. If I’m a better man than you, then you better take some notes. I’d played basketball that morning and Dojo always makes me feel at my most panther. Strong. This energy bunny guy, all packed with muscles, total molester came out of nowhere and starts bopping his ass against me, like he was backing me down on the dance floor. But I train for shit like this. Without missing a beat, I push back for the spring then pull the chair and as he stumbles I turn around and shove him across the dance floor. He looked back at me like he couldn’t understand how one second he was sexually harassing me and the next he was 8 ft away. Dumbass. I’m a fucking ninja.

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I am only deeply romantic in my words. I can not yet show.

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We’ve been alone more times in my dreams than in real life.

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