So last night I went to a bonfire with pink eye and half a bathing suit. Bad decisions. I'm standing in a circle of smoke and every pollution known to LA is irritating my irritated eyes. Oh, and half a bathing suit? I just thought to myself as I was getting ready, "Self:" I said, "I will put that bathing suit bottom on, as a matter of fact, but I don't think I need to wear the top." What??? Why would I need to wear the bottom if not the top? I could wade halfway into the water with a shirt on, right? Wrong. I wore a dress for Pete's sake. So I could go shin-level in. And at that depth, I realized the water felt perfect and I wanted to go swimming.
The bonfire was a Mormon bonfire. We weren't burning Mormons or anything, but as a side note some of them, because of their Eagle Scout status, thought they could walk through fire and burned themselves. It was a Family Home Evening activity, a sort of Monday night mix-and-mingle thing. I walked up to someone I know, William, and he points out Kyle: who is, according to William, "the coolest person ever".
B-"Why are you the coolest person ever?"
Kyle-"I don't know. I do some music: guitar. And I used to design video games."
B-"Ah... You sound what might be the object of a lot of man crushes. What else?"
Kyle-"Um. I'm a professional wrestler."
B-"Hold the phone! I used to watch WWF with my brother every Thursday. (FACT) Do you do real wrestling or the fake stuff?"
*I think it's important here to note that real wrestling has always been sort of gross to me, but like I said: Fake stuff, like the WWF, I can respect (at least when I was 12)*
Kyle-"The staged kind. I almost took a job with WWE."
*Oh, okay, so he really is the coolest person ever. I get it. Ok.*
B-"How do they do that choke hold thing?"
DUMB question. He showed me. But he didn't really choke me. He didn't even really grab my neck, and like 3 seconds into it, he looked around at the crowd we were standing in and thought better of the whole thing.
B-"What do you do now?"
Kyle-"I work with hedge funds."
*Whaaa?*
What I like about all this, besides every single part of it, is that he wasn't like a MEGA TOOL guy. He was way humble and sort of shy about all of it.
That's it.
Kyle, the timid professional wrestler.
Of course, when my aunt asked me how the bonfire was, I told her: fine. It was fun. The water felt nice...
It's all about how you frame it.
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