I grew up with some friends who loved getting into fights. I hadn't been one before unless someone messed with me first, but as a got older, around 17-18 I got into that with them.
We'd go to bars or clubs and if anyone just looked at one of us wrong, we threw down, and I mean this, we never took the losing end of it. But this one time, I was at a girl's house, I had recently met and we were lying in her bed, dressed and just talking in the dark. I was super calm and relaxed.
When suddenly we hear her front door open with a key, and she jumps up and runs out of the room. I have no idea what's going on. I hear her pleading with someone coming up the stairs and towards the bedroom I was in.
And in bursts her ex and her baby daddy and he knew she was having a guy over. He had his adrenaline on full surge, and angry af as you can imagine. The room was dark, and I stood up, almost half asleep and this guy charges at me and starts throwing haymakers I can't see coming. He didn't clock me or hurt me, I was able to keep him at arms length and we both got in a couple of decent shots but you just couldn't see.
The fight rolls out to the hallway. And when he realizes he can't overpower me, he lets go and flies down the stairs and I follow after him. He then goes off calling this girl a slut and that he knew a guy was coming over because he had picked up his son that afternoon and she was cleaning the whole house.
I jumped in, and told him "hey, calm the fuck down and don't call her that", something to that effect. He tells me to STFU or he'll come kick my ass. I told him, you couldn't when you caught me half asleep and you think you can now that I'm ready? Come.. and I waved him over to me. He said some bs, and slammed the door and left.
I'm lucky that guy didn't walk into that bedroom with a gun and didn't blow me away right there, but other than a gun, few out there could dance with me when I was 24-25 years old.
Just ran into this girl today, and I instantly remembered that night.