OK story time.
Last summer my wife did some modeling for FOFA, which was a jeans/fashion botique in Williamsville. A couple of her friends did it too. Rather than brag about my wife, I won’t say whether or not my wife is attractive, or if the friends are, but they were there to model. I think it can be safely assumed that they are attractive, as they were there as models.
Oh hell, why be modest. Here’s a pic, decide for yourselves:
One of the events they did was a runway type modeling show at Nektar. Nektar is a “classier” bar on Elmwood. Lots of dudes in suits after work, women in dresses, valet parking, all that jazz. Not your typical local townie blue collar trashy place by any means.
So afterwards I’m hanging out with my wife and her friend. Just the 3 of us. The other girl was dating one of my good buddies. He had an exam that night.
We went and got some drinks. As we made our way through the bar to our table, they were assaulted with ridiculous “hey there little lady” comments and not-so-subtle gestures. As we were sitting at our table I notice a group of guys looking/gesturing to each other. Not in a polite way. They saw me seeing them.
A few minutes later they came over and started a pleasant conversation with the girls, in stark contrast to the rude gesturing they were doing when the girls weren’t looking. I was amused by these jackasses so I just sat back and watched. I didn’t have much to say so I didn’t say much.
Finally they said to the girls something like “Your friend seems awfully uptight. He should really get himself a drink or something.”
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So that was all the blatant douschbaggery I could take. My girl had a fucking engagement ring on her finger for crying out loud. So I handled it. I pushed the dude off his chair. He got up and swung at me, I blocked him, knee’d him in the gut, pushed him over, and kicked him in the face. The cops came, arrested me. Kid went to Celino and Barnes, sued me, won $500k in suffering, and now gets 1/3 of my paycheck. By the time I got out of jail, my girl left me for someone more secure: The d-bag from Nektar.
No, not really. Everything from the xxx to here is made up. What I actually did was respond with “Naw I’m good. Just a bit tired.” And from there made it a point to join in the conversation so as to at least not be a buzz kill for the girls or make things awkward for them, proving my manhood by my lack of need to prove it. I knew my wife was going home with me and her friend was going home with us to my buddy. They didn’t mind the guys making conversation, so we all had a decent time.
OK the point of all this is that you choose your reaction to any given situation. You really need to understand this, because if you’re blaming your girl for your fighting then things won’t get any better and things could get a lot worse.