LOL,
What's to say. She was young,pretty, and sexy, and I was young, stupid, and full of testosterone.
She was also the typical "my daddy dind't let me out of the house till I went to college, and now I'm gonna make up for all the lost years" girl.
She always dressed, the kind word is "sexy", and loved to dance. And the freak loved every sceavy dive in Jersey to dance in. One time we're out with her friend and the guy she was seeing (a small dude) and they decide they want to go to this bar down the shore filled with the typical blue collar crowd. Everyone is like a dock worker.
So she needs to go to the bathroom, and I offer to walk with her. Her friend starts shaming me into letting the two of them go alone with a condescending "I'll go with her,she'll be fine (roll eyes)" So I let them go, and am standing at the bar watching the game. Sure enough when I see her walk back towards me she's shaking and visibly upset, so I rush to her and don't even ask what happened, I just yell out "who the fuck was it". This guys standing five feet away looks at me and all of a sudden I can see he looks scared, so I rush past her and clock the bitch. He went right down and I kicked him in the head, and I don't even know if it was him, or what he did. Then the bouncer sails over the bar and I hit him. So I'm fighting these guys, making the bouncer keep his distance from me with "don't touch me, or I'll kill you" Stupid and bizarre, my behavior was inane.
Turns out that was the guy. He had grabbed her by the ass on the way back from the restroom, lifted her up off the ground, and wouldn't let her go. Then supposedly he yelles "who's bad enough to stop me"but I missed all of it watching the game. I think he must have thought she was with the little guy dating the other girl.
So I agree to leave the bar, but I won't leave. I'm waiting outside because now she tells me what happened, and I want to kill him. And they did throw him and his two friends out within 2 minutes of us leaving. So I start beating him again, and his friends aren't doing shit, until a cop car comes up and starts five feet short of us. So I stop hitting the guy, because he can't even fight back at this point, and I don't want the cops to be witnesses against me. As soon as the cop car stopped, I look to wait for them to come out of the car,then his two friends jump me. Nothing really happened, didn't hurt me, but one bitch ripped my favorite shirt, So we ended up a couple of hours at the precint, and nobody pressed charges. And I wanted to, cause I wanted the fucks addresses, but they wouldn't do it.
But it was always along those lines. Some guy grabbing her tit, her arm, blah blah blah. Then she would claim to hate the fighting, but it was so obvious she liked the fights, and bragging to her friends afterwards about what happened, "you should have seen him, he fought like a lion..." So she was instigating crap, I should have dumped her ass in the beginning, but we dated for almost two years.