Once I was in a crowded festival, and I wore my tshirt folded to show arm and tied in front so my midsection was showing. I felt a hand touch my stomach and I looked around and didn't see who it was. He came back and disrespectfully touched my neck, stomach and butt (he was drunk) My boyfriend held him and punched him in the ribs, back and stomach and backhanded him in the face and told him to get away from us. I felt so sexually attracted to him and I leaned on him. He went for a makeout and started rubbing my arms and stomach and after a while we went to his place. He wrapped his arms around me and started kissing my neck, back and stomach and we had sex.
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So... yr boyfriend can beat up a guy who's wasted? WOW... what a man among men.
What makes ME wet... and what makes ME feel safe... is a man who ENDS fights, and DE-escalates violence, and settles things like a gentleman whenever possible. But who can still kick some fucking ass WHEN ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY... and only TO the degree necessary.
Beating the shit out of a drunk guy? Fuck no. That's called lack of character, and lack of self-restraint and self-mastery.
Oh, and, who knows if that drunk guy has a bunch of nearby friends with weapons, either. Knock on trouble's door often enough... you'll get let in.
Again -- A real man is not someone who starts random fights, or needlessly escalates conflicts.
Nope, a real man is someone who ENDS fights and DE-escalates conflicts.
This was one of the traits that just *blew me away* about my husband when we first met.
We were in some club or another, and this guy was trying to pick a fight for some inane reason.
Long story made short... Guy took a swing at my husband -- who caught the guy's arm in mid-swing, held onto it, looked the guy in the eyes for a looonnnggg moment (think... long enough for the guy to start panicking), and said, in an eerily calm voice, "You REALLY don't want to do that."
Mah man let the guy's arm go, and... well, let's just say there was no more fighting.
As for me... ahhah there was flooding downstairs, let's just say. I just may have actually been dripping down my leg, at that show of flawless CONTROL of the situation. The boy didn't even BLINK.
When we got back to our car, I MADE that man fuck me, right there, parked on the street, with traffic zipping by. There was NO WAY I was gna wait after something that perfectly sexy.
In the meantime... Have fun with yr boy who likes to beat down on dudes who are wasted shitty. (:0