Deluxe247
08-03-2004, 09:03 PM
Last night I was fed a heaping slice of humble pie. I have always thought of myself as being able to handle most situations I may find myself in including physical confrontations. I am normally a nice easygoing fellow and dont go looking for fights, and I try to avoid them if possible. I have been in my fair share of fights so I believe I know how to handle the incressed stress that accompanies it.
But I never thought that I could find myself in a situation where confrontation was inevitable and the result would be me getting seriously injured or beat up. I never thought to factor in things that you have no control of.....
Last night me and my girlfriend ate a huge meal of pasta and seafood. Right after this girl calls my GF and asks her to spot her. ( my girlfriend is training this girl so she can pass her IST for the marines) So we agree to take her to a nearby park where there is a track. Its about 10pm. My GF decides that she will jog along side of the girl while she runs and stops at the random excercise spots. I drive them there and watch over them because its dark. I am wearing a pair of jeans with casual shoes and a polo shirt from dinner.
We get to the park and exit the car. My GF forgets the stop watch and I tell them I will go get it. They start walking to the park without me. So I run and get the watch and on the way back I notice a car pull up next to my GF and her friend. I can hear thier voices and make out four shapes inside. They do the typical guy thing and start holloring at my GF. I instantly reconize by thier demeanor and voices that they are around my age and the thug type. They shouted stuff like "hey baby nice ass. Come over here lemme holla" and so on. As I got closer they notice me and say "Is that your boyfriend? Dont worry he aint shit."
Right then I assesed the situation in case there would be a problem. I realized that with my full stomach and jeans on, coupled with the slippery shoes, that I would have a hard time with one guy let alone four. I literaly would have thrown up if I took a shot to the gut, thats how stuffed I was. I tried to ignore them and hoped my GF would do the same, but of course she told them to fuck off. Luckily another car drove up at this time so Im guessing these guys thought it best to just leave.
I have never thought about things like full stomachs and jeans and slippery shoes before. I always thought that I could handle it even with obsticals such as those. But that night I felt strangly weaker and hopeless. I have been in the ring before and have fought guys twice my size. I am in the military and have been training to handle myself since I was 18, and I puss out because of how I was feeling and what I was wearing.
Has anyone else experinced anything like this? Where you find yourself in a situation where you would normally feel at ease and suddenly because of outside factors such as the ones I mentioned or others felt you could not get out of it?
Its a scary feeling and I feel like shit because if I wasnt able to protect my loved ones when I know I should have, it would kill me.
But I never thought that I could find myself in a situation where confrontation was inevitable and the result would be me getting seriously injured or beat up. I never thought to factor in things that you have no control of.....
Last night me and my girlfriend ate a huge meal of pasta and seafood. Right after this girl calls my GF and asks her to spot her. ( my girlfriend is training this girl so she can pass her IST for the marines) So we agree to take her to a nearby park where there is a track. Its about 10pm. My GF decides that she will jog along side of the girl while she runs and stops at the random excercise spots. I drive them there and watch over them because its dark. I am wearing a pair of jeans with casual shoes and a polo shirt from dinner.
We get to the park and exit the car. My GF forgets the stop watch and I tell them I will go get it. They start walking to the park without me. So I run and get the watch and on the way back I notice a car pull up next to my GF and her friend. I can hear thier voices and make out four shapes inside. They do the typical guy thing and start holloring at my GF. I instantly reconize by thier demeanor and voices that they are around my age and the thug type. They shouted stuff like "hey baby nice ass. Come over here lemme holla" and so on. As I got closer they notice me and say "Is that your boyfriend? Dont worry he aint shit."
Right then I assesed the situation in case there would be a problem. I realized that with my full stomach and jeans on, coupled with the slippery shoes, that I would have a hard time with one guy let alone four. I literaly would have thrown up if I took a shot to the gut, thats how stuffed I was. I tried to ignore them and hoped my GF would do the same, but of course she told them to fuck off. Luckily another car drove up at this time so Im guessing these guys thought it best to just leave.
I have never thought about things like full stomachs and jeans and slippery shoes before. I always thought that I could handle it even with obsticals such as those. But that night I felt strangly weaker and hopeless. I have been in the ring before and have fought guys twice my size. I am in the military and have been training to handle myself since I was 18, and I puss out because of how I was feeling and what I was wearing.
Has anyone else experinced anything like this? Where you find yourself in a situation where you would normally feel at ease and suddenly because of outside factors such as the ones I mentioned or others felt you could not get out of it?
Its a scary feeling and I feel like shit because if I wasnt able to protect my loved ones when I know I should have, it would kill me.
