Where are all the girls? I feel a bit out of place here.
I'm usually a lover, not a fighter. Probably 99% of the time.
About 20 years ago, a guy at work kept saying something to me, in spanish. I finally asked him what that means. He said, "that means 'kiss me' in spanish." He leaned towards with his lips puckered, making kissy sounds. I might have walked away and notified a supervisor, but I was going through a bad divorce after a very bad marriage from physically not-so-nice husband. This guy physically had me backed into a corner, and I snapped. I swung and popped him in the face. I said, "that means no in english." Creep.
Not sure if you'd consider this a fist fight ... About 23 years ago, my sister was dating this guy who was being mean to her. My other sister and I held our tongues for a while and let her deal with it, until it got out of hand. I'm usually a bit more passive if it's directed at me, but not my little sisters. I grabbed him by the hair and bounced his head off a car window a few times, and informed him he was not to treat my sister like that. He could have probably wiped the floor with me alone, but I think he was worried that there were 3 of us. So he just swore at me and left. And my stupid, stupid sister married him eventually. Jerk.
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