Second time in two months a broad chose another guy over me.

Before that it was a string of failures.

Reminds me of the time I was learning how to fight properly from an old English buddy from Grave’s End. Real tough guy.

We used to play a game every saturday. Slide on the 12 oz gloves and do light sparing. I would take a shot of Jamison if he clipped me, he would take a shot if I clipped him.

He was so goddamn good I always ended up with a few jabs and my ass drunk as Hell.

But one day, a year and half into it, I pulled back to fake a right hook and popped him good with my left.

A shot for him.

We got back to it. He did a few light body shots and I slipped him a nice uppercut to the chin.

Another shot for him.

I had him. I was happy as Hell. Three, four, five…

He was sloshed. I was champ for the first time.

I smiled. He gave me a straight right that broke my nose and knocked me out, devastating any pride I had.

That’s dating.