Last Saturday night, I did something I had never done before; I turned around and walked away from a potentially violent altercation, without saying a word.
We had taken David, to the local pizza joint, to celebrate his good grade on his science project. As always, when I am with Elena, I was prepared for the low whistles and derogatory remarks men often make when a beautiful sexy woman passes by. Every since I started going out with Elena, I have had to contend, that other men notice just how beautiful she is, this night was no exception, except for one moron who, let his idiocy get the better of him.
From the moment we walked in, he could stop staring and every time Elena got up, I could see him make some comment to his friends, who were sitting with him. This went on through the whole time we were there. Finally, I had enough and asked the waitress to box our food and we proceeded to leave.
It was at the point that this guy made some off hand remark, about Elena's backside, that stopped me in my tracks. I gave Elena the box I was holding and walked towards the table, where the moron was sitting. At that moment my blood was boiling, Elena's voice was just a whisper in the distance..
I quickly sized up this idiot and instantly knew he posed no danger to me physically. I knew it in my mind, that this guy was going to the hospital and I was more than likely end up in jail
As the guy got up to meet me, something broke the spell. I heard Elena's voice as she attempted to comfort David. The next thing I know, I am in my car and we are driving away.
From my early days in elementary of standing up to the school bully, I had never backed down from a confrontation, no matter the odds, the size or strength of my would be opponent, so why now? There was a time I would have put this guy down and never even thought about it twice. But here I was now choosing to turn a deaf year to his taunts and jeers and simply walk away.
There was a time, that my stare would turn a potential fight into, the person standing across from me walking away. There was a time just my demeanor; my body language would make some one step aside. But now here I was with Elena and her little boy, choosing to walk away and not even caring what it looked like or what anyone thought.
Have I lost the fire, the killer instinct that served me so well in my youth? I have never cared what other people though about me. But here I am now, totally caring what this little boy thinks about me. I guess I will never be the same.
But that does not mean, I will back down from a fight here on Gather, even if it's just a verbal one.