Confessions Are Good For The Soul

[PumaJ]

Originally Posted by BullDog

I confess, I almost got in a fight with a dude out on the street last night. I was waiting at the bus with some other people, including a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties. A dude was across the street and kicked a garbage can over and then crossed the street and came right up to the young girl and was starting to touch her- not assaulting her but just right up in her face and touching her neck and hair.

So I got up and told the dude to stop touching her and said you don't touch people you don't know. Then asks hey is this your girlfriend. I said no she's not my girlfriend, we are just both waiting for the bus. Then asks what are your names and is introducing us to each other. Then goes back up in her face and is trying to touch her again. I was about to step in the middle but her bus comes. The dude tries to follow her on the bus but I tell the bus driver not to let him on, that he is bothering the young girl that just got on. The dude doesn't have bus fare anyway. So after the bus leaves the dude is shoving me and yelling at me to wake up, lol.

Finally a couple guys come over (who have been standing around this whole time) and ask if I know the person. I say no. The dude slinks off.

Then my bus comes. The two guys are talking about the crazy woman who kicked the garbage can over and then came over and was fighting with the other woman. Yeah I guess the dude was female. I wasn't thinking about it either way. I was just upset that this dude was coming up to a young girl and bothering her and touching her. Maybe these guys thought we were two butches fighting over a girl.

Good for you for stepping up for the younger woman! She was probably quite freaked out about being touched by a stranger, especially a stranger who had just been exhibiting random aggressive behavior.

A long time ago, when I was still living in San Francisco, a Femme friend & I rushed out of her flat to stop a big guy who was beating on his girlfriend out on the sidewalk. Two angry Femmes were more than he could deal with, and he split, though not without leaving behind a few choice words. The woman was hurt, so we took he to ER at S.F. General Hospital.

How can one not step up?