Crossing the Line

in “game school 101” i mentioned fighting and JS mentioned it being a lost art and total tingle crack.

well no shit.

back in japan i was out with my gf and her coworkers at a small bar close to base in an area called “the honch”. at the time, i was kind of a regular there, so while the gf was chatting with her friends….i was talking with the bartender. i noticed a guy, about 6′, approached my gf and he was obviously drunk. i took notice but i know by and large that 99% women can handle this kind of crap. so she brushed him off, mentioned her bf, he walked off, and i went back to chatting with the bartender. after a few minutes i heard a commotion. i looked over and my gf was on the ground and the guy was saying something to her and pointing at her.

i went into the red.

next thing i know, one of her coworkers has me around the waist and was dragging me out the bar saying, “NO NO NO NO NO!!!!” all i wanted to know was where was my gf. she walked out wide eyed, i grabbed her hand and ran to a cab stand, jumped in a cab and said, “IRIYAMAZUBASHI” (the bus stop by my house), and we were off.

i had to decompress. i looked over at my gf and asked if she were alright. she looked at me blankly and said, “what happened to you. what the hell was that?” i honestly don’t know what i did, i blacked out. i told her i wasn’t sure and asked her what happened. she told me that i grabbed him by the throat and underhand gripped his belt, lifted him up, and slammed him to the ground. now, apparently, i pulled him into me to get leverage and get him off his feet, shifted his weight, and slammed him to the ground. as i was about start wailing on him her co-worker stepped in and pulled me away so i could keep from being detained by shore-patrol (which happens ALL the time out there).

all i cared about was if she was ok. she was shaken up, but she was VERY surprised that i had pulled that off. 1- never underestimate adrenaline. 2- never underestimate my protective side. well she was from LA and well, guys out there by and large (where she comes from) don’t really fight. and….she was sheltered. well guess what guys, after that night….her attitude towards me did a fucking 180. and if i may also add she tore my clothes off of me as soon as we walked in the door. seriously….she treated me with a TON of respect afterwards. before the fight she was kind of “ho-hum….yeah, whatever, i like you”, post-squab…she was almost a doting, wait on my hand and foot woman.

see….i’m about as intimidating as a pillow case full of wet kittens and rose petals if you were ever to see me. but fuck with a woman i care about and i will eat your food. seriously. guys, it shouldn’t be a surprise that women are drawn to guys that will fight. protecting them has been one of our primary roles for millions of years. i’m not saying you have to be a chest thumping, punch every guy out type of dude. but for God’s sake…..learn to fight and embrace your natural inner caveman.

i recommend krav maga. that’s what i do.

stay ip.


11 Comments on “Crossing the Line”

  1. zorroprimo says:

    “…i’m about as intimidating as a pillow case full of wet kittens and rose petals…”

    WRITE A NOVEL!

  2. Athor Pel says:

    It’s funny how people form images of who they think we are in their heads. Many times bearing only a passing resemblance to the real you.

    Not their fault really. They only know what we show them.

    I’ve surprised more women then men with the normally hidden parts of my personality.

    I can mark it down to the nature of our modern world for some of it. Men don’t get many chances nowadays to display righteous anger and violence. Women seem to think that because it isn’t only display that it isn’t present in the individual.

  3. Spooky says:

    He hit on her, then knocked her down a few minutes later? Not cool. Someone does something like that, butt-kicking should rightly ensue.
    I like your analysis.

  4. The Navy Corpsman says:

    Yeah, this kinda happened to me and the wife about six months after marriage. Two weeks in jail til the bartender testified that the drunk idiot put his hands on my wife. No warning, no prisoners.

    The Navy Corpsman


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