@revelette1,
Some years back I was campin in the State Park at Morro Bay, CA, with a Babe who was my main squeeze at the time. The was a bar in town, probably the only bar, that had live music and drew relatively big crowds. It was about an 8 block walk from the park, so we walked there to check it out.
We sat at the bar and ordered drinks. The place was packed to the gills, you had to weave through the crowd to cross the room. It was a perfect opportunity to pick some pockets, so I told my girl I'd be back in a spell, and headed into the crowd.
We I got back, about 20 minutes later, there was a bulldyke in my seat. She had been buying my girl drinks. She had a "DA" haircut--flat on top and slicked back with butch wax on the sides. It was a warm night, but she was wearing a black leather jacket with sequins all over it. She had a heavy chain around he waist for a belt that jangled every time she moved, and was wearing steel-toed combat boots.
I took one look at that disgusting mess and said to my girl: "C'mon, let's go." As she started to get up, this bitch grabbed her arm and told her to finish her drink. I knocked her hand away and pulled my girl toward the door.
We left, and started walking back toward camp. Within a few seconds the bulldyke came out and got into a customized pick-up truck that was jacked so high off the ground that you needed a step ladder to get into it. It had tractor tires, lots of chrome, a paint job which featured burning flames, and was just as phony as the bitch driving it. As we walked down the sidewalk, the bulldyke keep revving the engine up past the redline, making a thunderous noise.
Finally, when we got about a block away, she put that truck in gear and headed toward us, burning rubber as she came. Then she suddenly swerved the truck right in front of us, blocking the sidewalk ahead, and almost hitting us. I put a big dent in her door with my fist and she jumped out, ready to to battle. She had a chain wrapped around her hand and took a wild-ass swing at me, missing badly. I gave her a hard straight right to her sorry face, and she folded. I'm sure I broke her nose and I saw at least one of her teeth fall to the sidewalk. She crumbled to ground, spewing blood like crazy, and we went around the truck, got back on the sidewalk, and kept walking.
After walking a few more blocks, we started to hear sirens back that way. We just kept walking.
There was no way in hell I was going to try to explain to anybody what happened. I figured I would be charged and arrested no matter what the circumstances. You DON'T EVER hit a woman. You just don't. Do anything else, run for you life, or whatever but you can NOT defend yourself. Women are such "special," innocent things, ya know.