[Ive been keeping up on this thread where this guy got mugged and was torn on whether or not he was a coward. That got me thinking about muggings and inspired this thread. So theres that, before anybody just thinks the worlds gone to hell all at once.]
Well, it all started 2 years ago. I asked this lovely young lady out to a movie on the off chance that she'd be disoriented enough by my miasma of cologne to mistake me for an attractive man, and she responded positively. Now, this was my first date in highschool, so I was going nuts thinking of all the ways I could impress her. I quickly realized that she wouldnt be impressed by my Tekken skillz, so I settled on just trying to be a charming guy.
So later that night, after the movie, me and my lady friend are walking home [the theater was within walking distance of her house, and I took a bus] and the night was going great. She laughed at my jokes, blushed at my compliments and didnt mace me. All is well when she thinks it would be a grand idea to save time by cutting through the local park. At 12 am. In Michigan.
Me, being the slack jawed imbicile I am, agreed without protest. While we're enjoying our walk through the park, two black dudes in black hoodies [well, one was actually more of a dirty orange, but the point is that it was darkly colored] stepped out in front of me and demanded money. Now, I have always been a man who enjoys his bones unbroken, so I was prepared to hand over anything they wanted.
Now at this point, I feel the need to justify my decision by pointing out the fact that there was, in fact, TWO violent looking men in front of me who look like they could beat me within an inch of my life even if I didnt have any money. Plus, there was the possibility of them being armed, which later proved to be true.
Anyways, as Im reaching into my pocket, they look at my lady friend and also demand she turn out her pockets. Something inside of me clicked. Maybe it was chivelry, maybe it was bravery, maybe it was stupidity, but something said 'Nows your chance to totally impress this girl. Maybe I could try this heroism thing everybody has been going on about.' So I put my wallet in left hand and held it out infront of me.
I was terrified, of course. I'll even admidt to tearing up a little [it was an emotionally charged moment, okay?!?]. I knew that no good can come from this, but the thought that the entire neighborhood would know that I let my shiny new girlfriend get robbed on our first date and I just rolled over didnt feel right. So as he reaches out to take my wallet, I close my eyes real tight, and swing as hard as I could with my right fist.
It felt awesome. My first thought was 'FUCK YEAH! That was some Jet Lee shit right there! That wasnt so hard! In fact, I think Ill keep going! Im going to make it a combo and set this guy in his place! Im going to air juggle his ***** ass! Hell I bet that-'
That silence was the sound of my thoughts getting cut short by a fucking box cutter to the leg which the second hoodlum [who I had completely forgotten about whilst fantasizing] had supplied with the speed of a doped up UPS employee. This was followed immediately by several boots to my abdomin, and a few solid punches to the face. Girlfriend is no where to be found [she had ran home while I was valiantly attacking the muggers fist with my face], my wallet is gone, Im short exactly 1 ego and I was leaking fluids from my leg that I was pretty sure were important.
Oh and she didnt call the cops either. I walked to a nearby house and asked to use the phone to call for a ride home. Only after I got home and then to a hospital did I remember to call the police. There wasnt enough for them to go on, so the dudes were never caught, and I felt like a fucking moron for 3 weeks while my stitches healed [it was a little box cutter and, admittedly, didnt do much physical damage, but it still hurt like a *****], but thats not the point.
The question is, if your lover was being robbed and you were hopelessly out numbered, what would you do? Would you comply, and apologize later? or would you defend them?
Well, it all started 2 years ago. I asked this lovely young lady out to a movie on the off chance that she'd be disoriented enough by my miasma of cologne to mistake me for an attractive man, and she responded positively. Now, this was my first date in highschool, so I was going nuts thinking of all the ways I could impress her. I quickly realized that she wouldnt be impressed by my Tekken skillz, so I settled on just trying to be a charming guy.
So later that night, after the movie, me and my lady friend are walking home [the theater was within walking distance of her house, and I took a bus] and the night was going great. She laughed at my jokes, blushed at my compliments and didnt mace me. All is well when she thinks it would be a grand idea to save time by cutting through the local park. At 12 am. In Michigan.
Me, being the slack jawed imbicile I am, agreed without protest. While we're enjoying our walk through the park, two black dudes in black hoodies [well, one was actually more of a dirty orange, but the point is that it was darkly colored] stepped out in front of me and demanded money. Now, I have always been a man who enjoys his bones unbroken, so I was prepared to hand over anything they wanted.
Now at this point, I feel the need to justify my decision by pointing out the fact that there was, in fact, TWO violent looking men in front of me who look like they could beat me within an inch of my life even if I didnt have any money. Plus, there was the possibility of them being armed, which later proved to be true.
Anyways, as Im reaching into my pocket, they look at my lady friend and also demand she turn out her pockets. Something inside of me clicked. Maybe it was chivelry, maybe it was bravery, maybe it was stupidity, but something said 'Nows your chance to totally impress this girl. Maybe I could try this heroism thing everybody has been going on about.' So I put my wallet in left hand and held it out infront of me.
I was terrified, of course. I'll even admidt to tearing up a little [it was an emotionally charged moment, okay?!?]. I knew that no good can come from this, but the thought that the entire neighborhood would know that I let my shiny new girlfriend get robbed on our first date and I just rolled over didnt feel right. So as he reaches out to take my wallet, I close my eyes real tight, and swing as hard as I could with my right fist.
It felt awesome. My first thought was 'FUCK YEAH! That was some Jet Lee shit right there! That wasnt so hard! In fact, I think Ill keep going! Im going to make it a combo and set this guy in his place! Im going to air juggle his ***** ass! Hell I bet that-'
That silence was the sound of my thoughts getting cut short by a fucking box cutter to the leg which the second hoodlum [who I had completely forgotten about whilst fantasizing] had supplied with the speed of a doped up UPS employee. This was followed immediately by several boots to my abdomin, and a few solid punches to the face. Girlfriend is no where to be found [she had ran home while I was valiantly attacking the muggers fist with my face], my wallet is gone, Im short exactly 1 ego and I was leaking fluids from my leg that I was pretty sure were important.
Oh and she didnt call the cops either. I walked to a nearby house and asked to use the phone to call for a ride home. Only after I got home and then to a hospital did I remember to call the police. There wasnt enough for them to go on, so the dudes were never caught, and I felt like a fucking moron for 3 weeks while my stitches healed [it was a little box cutter and, admittedly, didnt do much physical damage, but it still hurt like a *****], but thats not the point.
The question is, if your lover was being robbed and you were hopelessly out numbered, what would you do? Would you comply, and apologize later? or would you defend them?
