In Bloomington

He was treating my female associates like a delicatessen and i initially approached him enraged but civil. I always have the benefit of the doubt to pass along before jumping to physical or verbal assault.
He cordially explained to me that i had no business talking with him and if he felt as though he could grope my friend he would do so with a smile, he then invited me to go back to my chair, finish my drink and forget the whole incident ever happened.
Moments like this remind of lighting fire crackers with moderately long fuses.
University boys of this man's size seem to feel like the world is their free buffet and all of us are items for the taking or leaving. Maybe they missed their graduation and just think that the school had to relocate out of state, who knows. What i do know is that the sexist bully routine is old hat , and i treat these old hats like portable toilets and then give them back as i sneak out the door. It's just my way.
I go back to my pleasant company and realize that i had misheard what the incident actually entailed and realized i may have over reacted maybe a tad due to the fact that there was no actual physical contact on his part. I approach the boy once more and tell him i was confused, that his actions still were not to my liking, but he didn't grope her as i had thought. I once again get invited to go sit back down and sew my lips together. I try to pry in a few words and the little pack of wolves he was with start circling along with his beady stare. I inform the captain of the S.S. Shithead, that i am by no means intimidated by his large frame or that of his friends who can't hold their liquor. I asked once more if their feelings were those of the first encounter and i was berated in a form i dont quite understand seeing as though i dont speak bear.
I semi-reluctantly glide on over to my seat and continue my conversation, for a bit. Soon enough, my company's signifigant other arrives at the scene and i point out the man-ape and tell the tale of his improper activity and boastful demeanor.
Irate, my friend goes to approach him and i dissuade him and told him to wait for the fireworks .
Fireworks indeed, I go back to my chair, heeding the man's sound advice and continue to imbibe and chat. Soon enough, i glance across the room and see this man with his bear arms wrapped around a woman whom i have been acquainted with for a little bit and think is quite fine company. I glide across the room like a vengeful ghost and figured the man had drawn his last straw.
Now here is the philosophy : Fair fight ? hah no fucking way. I dont know how to fight nor do i enjoy engaging in them, but i certainly have had my fill of being threatened with physical violence by larger men and having to hang my head and mosey on into the distance with my tail tucked into the place where i wipe. Why should i cower in the face of larger men due to a fear of bruises ? Should these locusts be aloud to bounce around like pinballs treating everyone else like their bumpers with all conquests having some kind of relation to scoring points ? Of course not . So back to the scenario.
After gliding along to the mans side i giving a little tap on the shoulder and let him know " Remember that the punks are sneaky " and reached back and began repeatedly punching his face in an attempt to knock it independently off of his skull and back to his nice pillowcases on frat row.
At this point the memory gets a little skewed, but there was a crowd in a parking lot tossing insults at each other as is the norm in this situation. People restraining people and dragging the lakes of their skulls for the dregs of possible insults that could be used on another human being.This is the shitty part, the prick waving contest . There was possibly a point where my life was threatened or at least maybe just my back. But the point was made, and I made it out with nothing but a bruised forehead from a stray punch. This is much to the credit of my associates that evening, a mixed bag of old and new friends who succeeded at keeping the situation under control and the scrapes down to a minimum.
In hindsight , i will opt to fight dirty under these circumstances, due to the fact that i have nothing to prove about my masculinity to these people, More than likely i didn't want to fight.
So be wary , if you want to parade around this planet acting like you own the place because your college fund is paid for and you're young dumb, full of rum and cum, You are on the wrong side of the line, please heed this warning : The Punks are a sneaky and vengeful bunch, and we are watching .