So, I make it a point of trying to avoid writing about my dating escapades online. First, my dates need not be unwilling victims of my verbal skewering… if there is skewering to be had. Second, it seems a common theme – Sex & the City sort of killed it already. But, when I get an offer from a dating site I subscribe to- to join other potential dates at a Sword Class – skewering is not only required, it’s the point. Get it? OK foils are more point; swords are blade, but really the essential reflection here is, is it wise to combine dating with swordplay? We’re not talking metaphor here. It’s not Beatrice and Benedick, after all. (Shakespeare, people, stick with me. This is my rare foray into pretension)

First, my competitive nature requires me to ask, do I have to feign weakness? Is it bad form to win? Do I have to let him win? (Because of course, I’m assuming I would reign supreme on the fencing/swordplay field, lacking any evidence to the contrary.) What if despite my efforts to be a damsel in distress, he’s just really bad at swordplay? Heretofore, swordsmanship hasn’t been a criterion on my list of things I look for in a potential boyfriend.

What if instead, he does the super manly thing, and it’s just, ugh…too much? Are they serving giant turkey legs and leather cups brimming with mead? Is this just an excuse to call me a wench?

Finally, do I really want my first encounter with a prospect of the opposite sex to include a foray into deadly weapons?

This could all end badly.

As ever,
Quinn