So I get off work, and head to the karaoke bar. I get there and the girls in the group tell me there's a... situation. Specifically, a bunch of huge Samoans who have been drinking WAY too much have been way too inappropriate with the girls: talking disrespectfully to them, groping them, knocking them into tables "inadvertently", etc.
So I make buddy buddy with the one who seems the most sober. We chat, and everything is copacetic until I ask him to talk to his buddies about treating the ladies a bit more appropriately, keeping hands off, and whatnot, and that's when the mood gets darker. Well the buddies reconvene at the table, and they get more and more heated. The tallest one, about 7 feet tall to be more precise, kept telling me "You need to get the f*** out of here". The only time I slightly lost my calm was when the 7-footer grabbed my collar and repeated himself. I looked at him point blank and told him, "I don't want you to put your hands on me". Though he did not calm down, he let go of my collar.
The more aggressive they got, the calmer I got. Eventually, the bartender invervened, told them to leave. The whole group (5 in all, including the three that were being aggressive with me) left, and we went on with the night.
Now, at the point where the big guy put his hands on me, I could have retaliated. Here's why I didn't:
1) THEY WERE ALL VERY, VERY LARGE. This means the options available to me for self defense would have put at least the first guy in the hospital... and very likely would have joined him in the process. Samoans, especially large samoans, are hard to physically manipulate. They can take a lot of damage, and they can deal even more damage than they can take. I'd have gone for his groin, his already extended arm, his eyes and his throat, quite rapidly, because all it would take is one punch to knock me out cold. And the thing is, I REALLY don't like hurting people, even more than I don't like getting hurt.
2) THERE WERE 5 OF THEM. This exponentially increases the odds of me getting beaten to a bloody pulp. Now, I have a lot of friends at this bar, and by the time I got there, there were a lot of people angry at these guys by the time I got there, and I found out afterward that a number of people were gearing up to jump in and help me out, including my best friend (another martial artist who is never without a knife), the 2 bikers in the bar who I've always been cool with (they like the way I sing), the guy running the karaoke machine, one of the bartenders, and three guys who were the significant others of girls who had been manhandled. I like my bar. I'm a regular at this bar. The last thing I want is for it to be destroyed in a bar brawl.
3) I DON'T LIKE HOSPITALS. Let's be real. I'm not super man. One guy, especially a guy that big, only had to connect one time, and it's all over for me. And there were 5 of these giants.
4) I DON'T LIKE HURTING PEOPLE. So let's say I manage to take on all these guys, some how. Now I would have to live with the fact that I may have caused a lot of damage to another person. It's not fun to live with that. I prefer the peaceful method. I'd rather make a friend, if possible
So that's the story in a nut shell. They got kicked out, and may not be allowed to come back in for a good while. I was Hero of the day, and everyone walked away ftom the altercation unscathed.
So I make buddy buddy with the one who seems the most sober. We chat, and everything is copacetic until I ask him to talk to his buddies about treating the ladies a bit more appropriately, keeping hands off, and whatnot, and that's when the mood gets darker. Well the buddies reconvene at the table, and they get more and more heated. The tallest one, about 7 feet tall to be more precise, kept telling me "You need to get the f*** out of here". The only time I slightly lost my calm was when the 7-footer grabbed my collar and repeated himself. I looked at him point blank and told him, "I don't want you to put your hands on me". Though he did not calm down, he let go of my collar.
The more aggressive they got, the calmer I got. Eventually, the bartender invervened, told them to leave. The whole group (5 in all, including the three that were being aggressive with me) left, and we went on with the night.
Now, at the point where the big guy put his hands on me, I could have retaliated. Here's why I didn't:
1) THEY WERE ALL VERY, VERY LARGE. This means the options available to me for self defense would have put at least the first guy in the hospital... and very likely would have joined him in the process. Samoans, especially large samoans, are hard to physically manipulate. They can take a lot of damage, and they can deal even more damage than they can take. I'd have gone for his groin, his already extended arm, his eyes and his throat, quite rapidly, because all it would take is one punch to knock me out cold. And the thing is, I REALLY don't like hurting people, even more than I don't like getting hurt.
2) THERE WERE 5 OF THEM. This exponentially increases the odds of me getting beaten to a bloody pulp. Now, I have a lot of friends at this bar, and by the time I got there, there were a lot of people angry at these guys by the time I got there, and I found out afterward that a number of people were gearing up to jump in and help me out, including my best friend (another martial artist who is never without a knife), the 2 bikers in the bar who I've always been cool with (they like the way I sing), the guy running the karaoke machine, one of the bartenders, and three guys who were the significant others of girls who had been manhandled. I like my bar. I'm a regular at this bar. The last thing I want is for it to be destroyed in a bar brawl.
3) I DON'T LIKE HOSPITALS. Let's be real. I'm not super man. One guy, especially a guy that big, only had to connect one time, and it's all over for me. And there were 5 of these giants.
4) I DON'T LIKE HURTING PEOPLE. So let's say I manage to take on all these guys, some how. Now I would have to live with the fact that I may have caused a lot of damage to another person. It's not fun to live with that. I prefer the peaceful method. I'd rather make a friend, if possible
So that's the story in a nut shell. They got kicked out, and may not be allowed to come back in for a good while. I was Hero of the day, and everyone walked away ftom the altercation unscathed.