Love in Unlikely Places

Today’s people watching story features one of my tutors at university. She is adorable – really passionate about her subject, and easy to approach with questions. The reason I am featuring her on my blog is because for the first time, I got a little glimpse into her personal life. Last week, she cancelled our tutorial, after triple checking we were all definitely ok with this, because she wanted to go to a sword conference. Yes, you read that right. But trust me, she gets away with the geekiness, because she’s so cute and enthusiastic.

So, of course, in our next class, we had to ask how the sword conference was, and, of course, she was delighted to tell us all about it; there were blacksmiths who talked about how swords were made throughout history, people who worked with manuscripts relating to swords, and, blushing a little with excitement, told us how she gave a talk on sword words – i.e. words for ‘sword’ in different languages, and across different time periods. A little subject context here might be helpful – I study Linguistics, hence the words focus.

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One of my classmates asked her if she wielded any swords, and her answer was; ‘No, but I get to do that a lot, we have lots of swords at home.’ Unsurprisingly, I thought she was joking, but she then continued; ‘My fiancé is a medieval fencing instructor.’ At this point I should add that her specialism is in Medieval Literature and Language – this particular series of tutorials is on Old Icelandic sagas. (Don’t judge me, I know I’m weird and nerdy.)

But anyway, back to the fiancé. How. Perfect. If I’d been able to conjure someone up to match-make her with, I’m pretty sure he would have had no chance against a medieval fencing instructor. But honestly, I had never thought about it. I love moments like that, when you remember that teachers actually have a life outside of their job. I was definitely one of those kids who assumed teachers never left school, so I’m always a little shocked by revelations like this.

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The beginnings of my Medieval wedding planning… Images from Pinterest

This finding also gives me hope that maybe there really is someone for everyone. I have a bit of a fear that I’m just to weird to be in a real person relationship, that I have too much crazy to cope with. But, maybe what I’m looking for is someone equally weird. Not all the time; my weirdnesses don’t really come out in public, in fact, there are very few people who have been allowed to see all of the crazy. However, if two people with such niche kinds of crazy can find each other, there is definitely hope for the rest of us, that a) we probably (hopefully) aren’t quite as weird as we might think, and b) we might actually find an other half on the same level of crazy, or at least who can deal with our particular kind of crazy.

Now, I really want to get myself invited to what is likely to be the most fabulously insane wedding ever, and I am convinced that they will be deliriously happy together. As long as they never decide to have a domestic in their house full of swords…

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