love

meeting.

   My dad forced me to do something after school. It was either karate or gymnastics. And I was not flexible so no way was I choosing gymnastics.
  I took karate for 3 years until I started doing the other classes they had, which was mixed martial arts, or mma for short. That's basically that the UFC fighters do if you didn't know. I took kickboxing and grappling too.

    Then he came in one day. His ginger red hair, that he yells about being strawberry blonde now. But he came in. To teach mma and stuff. He was very attractive. Hot. And one day he came into karate to do it. Turns out he's a black belt and just left for a bit.

   When he was in karate I had to work with him on techniques and started to talk to him. Or really just attempted but he was a really fucking asshole. But a hot asshole that made up for it.

   I found out he was a bit older than me. Not going to say how much. Because it doesn't matter. And found out we had the same name. But in this story I will call him Gingerbread.

   Gingerbread, the red headed asshole who I didn't talk to for months after I first did in karate. This was the beginning of soemthing I couldn't imagine.