In the days leading up to quite possibly the worst session of my life, Rapture confused every possible detail of my original e-mail request. What time? How much did she originally ask for? She was even too lazy to spend 5 sec to Google the name of my hotel, instead e-mailing me that she wasn’t aware of its existence. She told me that sending her deposit using an alternative to my preferred website, PayPal, should be “way cheaper,” though it ended up being about $20 more expensive (another possibility is she was trying to avoid PayPal’s payment dispute feature, but let’s not go there). In fairness to her, she did accommodate my rescheduling to 15 min later. However, having witnessed her total lack of organization and comprehension, it should have been no surprise to me that there would be confusion as to what to expect when wrestling.
Without establishing any ground rules then or at any other point in the session, we quickly commenced wrestling. Though tight, lean, strong and impressive, her physical appearance (and voice) did exhibit markers of PED use such as a strong jawline. The most feminine part about her was the odor down there that she couldn’t fully mask with a fragrance. Skilled in bjj, she put me in several holds that, with difficulty, I mostly managed to escape. Having no formal experience in martial arts, I found myself using my slight advantage in size and power to emulate her moves or gain leverage with my weight. As we were fairly evenly matched, I was surprised she seemed so upset about not being able to submit me without exerting any effort. Then at one point in the fight, she gathered momentum to attack me, and in our interaction, we fell back and she hit her head on a wall. At that moment, she got up and unleashed a tirade on me blaming the whole incident on me, grabbed some money and left halfway into the session.
Now, I would be completely willing to accept responsibility if I intentionally hurt her (and I hope she’s ok), but the event happened so fast that I barely saw what was going on. If she had communicated with me that she could not continue due to injury, I would completely understand, but instead she gave no indication that she was hurt, and just started being unprofessional and getting angry that she lost control in a fight with someone with far less training than her.
I feel the need to write this to warn others of her careless sense of entitlement with others’ time and with money that she didn’t earn herself. Rapture hadn’t walked away with the $223 I paid for the deposit, but I almost wish she had.