Einherjar86
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Only one that could really be counted, I guess. I was in a club in Cambridge and some guy knocked my change out of my hand as I was reaching over to the bar to order a drink. It wasn't the guy's fault. He was drunk and trying to hug someone. But I was having a bad night (due to an issue with a girl) and was a little drunk, so I shoved him. His eyes went wide and he came back at me and asked what my problem was. I said something like "You fucking knocked my change out of my hand!" and he swung at me. I was able to step away from him (I think his drunkeness wasn't helping him), but before I could swing back a bouncer fucking lifted me off the floor with one arm. Feeling like a fucking three-year old, I looked up at him. He just shakes his head at me and goes "We don't want none of that here mate." He set me down, and I apologized to the guy, whose friends were apologizing to me for some reason. I felt read bad afterwards.
On another occassion I tried to start something with a guy in a moshpit who was pissing the shit out of me. He kept knocking into me while I was trying to watch the concert, so I slammed into him and almost knocked him over (but I'm a little guy, so I couldn't really do much). He just turned and looked at me, spread his arms and started walking towards me. Then my friend (who's bigger than me) pulled me back, put up his arm and said "We don't want any trouble." So that ended quickly too. And it's definitely a good thing, because I would have gotten my ass kicked. The guy was my height, but was probably twice as thick as me.
EDIT: and there was one other time that's pretty funny. I was at a party, and there was some guy there speaking in an Irish accent. I do a pretty good Irish accent when I'm not drunk. But anyway, that night I was drunk, and one of my friends told me she thought the guy was faking. So I thought I'd fuck with him. I went up to him and started talking with an Irish accent, pretending to be from Ireland. He kept going along with it, which made me nervous (I was trying to call him out), so I finally just gave up and said "Have a good night" still in the accent. I went back to my friend and said "I don't think he's faking..." and not five seconds later, the guy comes up and shoves me and starts screaming in my face "I knew you were faking!" Thankfully, the party was at my friends' apartment, so most of the people there were my friends. The guy had to leave. Again, I felt like shit. But I still blame my one friend for telling me he was faking.
All the fights I (almost) get into seem to be no one's but my own fault.
On another occassion I tried to start something with a guy in a moshpit who was pissing the shit out of me. He kept knocking into me while I was trying to watch the concert, so I slammed into him and almost knocked him over (but I'm a little guy, so I couldn't really do much). He just turned and looked at me, spread his arms and started walking towards me. Then my friend (who's bigger than me) pulled me back, put up his arm and said "We don't want any trouble." So that ended quickly too. And it's definitely a good thing, because I would have gotten my ass kicked. The guy was my height, but was probably twice as thick as me.
EDIT: and there was one other time that's pretty funny. I was at a party, and there was some guy there speaking in an Irish accent. I do a pretty good Irish accent when I'm not drunk. But anyway, that night I was drunk, and one of my friends told me she thought the guy was faking. So I thought I'd fuck with him. I went up to him and started talking with an Irish accent, pretending to be from Ireland. He kept going along with it, which made me nervous (I was trying to call him out), so I finally just gave up and said "Have a good night" still in the accent. I went back to my friend and said "I don't think he's faking..." and not five seconds later, the guy comes up and shoves me and starts screaming in my face "I knew you were faking!" Thankfully, the party was at my friends' apartment, so most of the people there were my friends. The guy had to leave. Again, I felt like shit. But I still blame my one friend for telling me he was faking.
All the fights I (almost) get into seem to be no one's but my own fault.