And really, like I said, the things I was most worried about were everyone thinking I was actually mad at him when I wasn't, and... well, one of my best friends was there. He was reffing too. He pretty much thinks I'm nuts now. And since his mom was on the BC, so does she.
Well. Yes. I do rather enjoy telling manipulative jackasses where to go. But... this guy isn't one. Not really. He's probably in our state's top ten fencers, to be honest.
I was fencing a DE. I had already beat the girl in pools. (She's a girl from my club. We don't get along terribly well, but she's okay. She was having a bad day, so I knew I could take this DE.) I started out winning. Then... she caught up. I was trying to make my actions very clear but the kid--who was reffing us, obviously--wasn't seeing it. (And looking back on it, I know his calls were correct. I just wasn't fencing the way I should have been.) But I was pissed. I started screaming during this bout. It's a really bad habit I picked up a year or two ago, and have been battling for a while. I'd pretty much dropped it. Until this particular tournament. So I already have a bad rap for that. As for the bout... Like, five lights in a row that I was just positive should have been mine he gave to her. (And, again, the girl is a better fencer... it should have been her bout, in all fairness, and he, as the ref, did nothing wrong.)
Anyway, after the bout... I was just a total *****. A total *****. I Was telling him I could refuse to sign to scorecard and with this really nasty attitude was asking what would happen. (Even though I as well as everyone else knew damn well already what would happen... I'd be black carded and excluded from the event.) I did sign, though. Because honestly, I still hadn't done badly and I didn't want to be excluded.
But everyone had seen pretty the whole episode. My mom was pissed. My friends' moms think I'm a horrible influence now. My coach, not too happy with my behavior... But I don't care. Mostly I just feel bad about being so horrible to a perfectly nice ref who was just doing his job: calling things as he saw 'em. And now I'd be willing to bet that I'm not only pegged as the 'screaming chick' but the 'bipolar girl' as well. Which I am not.
Jeez, how many times am I going to have to relay this story?!
He isn't a really nice person, he's just decent... it wasn't horribly mean, either. And don't even say 'you're just quoting me on it' because... you know how when you're pissed you exaggerate. It wasn't a good thing that happened, though. No one was happy with me for it. But it's not like I'm going to die. (I hope. Because I felt like I might at the time.)
Probably so... I manage to get into enough of it on my own, so I'd better stop immediately.
But uhhhhh... we ARE going to be text buddies. Because he was cool about it. He just said, 'yeah, okay, I understand. I want you to know I didn't mean it that way. I just like having people to talk to.' So... that made me feel much better that I originally did, you know?
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