recently my dude beat the shit out of some drunkass up on the street for putting his hands on me.
i was kind of shocked at the time because i didn't really feel threatened, just disrespected.
he let me try to tell the dude to fuck off myself first and then stepped in when he did it again.
that's the trick i think: you have to let a girl try to defend herself first. we're not completely helpless.
(unless we're talking, like, some dude coming at you with a knife. then, save me for chrissakes.)
i feel lucky that i have someone who's down for me like that.
at the same time, the possibility of doing a week on riker's for some stupid bullshit is not poppin'.
that's the thing about guys though: it's not just some bullshit. it's a matter of honor. or something.
jealousy is a whole other beast which i can't even speak on 'cause i'm jealous as hell...