Have You Ever Had A Fist Fight?

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I actually had a fist fight a few weeks ago and have been debating about talking about it on Mylot. In fact, it was SuperBowl Sunday and it started over the game. I was upstairs getting ready to watch the game with two friends of mine. I hate all sports and could care less about the game, but I was wanting to just get in on the fun and hang out with my friends. My friend Leslie(with the alcoholic boyfriend) had told me that she had had a beer and was planning to have more. I usually do not want to be around her when she has been drinking because she gets very mean. But I said today is a special day and I do not want to be a stuffed shirt, so I'll just chill out. The game starts and I picked the team that won and she picked the one that didn't. I can not even remember their names at this point. Anyway, she said that the game is more fun when you bet on it. Now normally I do not bet, but I figured for the fun of it, why not. So I said let's bet. She said, no, I do not want to take your money. Now of course, I see this as a challenge. So I keep asking her to bet and then she made a cut throat remark. I do not even remember exactly what it was at this point, but we started having words. She does not communicate well, so I ended up getting frustrated like I usually do. Then she says, well if you don't like it, you can leave. I sat there for a minute and then she said it again. When I turned to leave, there was a very nice t.v. tray right next to me and in my way. When I am angry, I become impulsive and before I knew it, I had tossed the tray over and broken at least one thing on it. Now this is not the first time that I had done something like this. This next thing I knew, she jumped up and yelled I am tired of this sh*t, get out. The next thing I knew she was attempting to punch me in the eye, but she was mostly hitting my glasses and knocking them into my eye. Now I must tell you that I am not a fighter at all. My sister's and I got beat up all the time in elementary because my mother never wanted us to fight. Then in the seventh grade my best friend had borrowed one of my earrings and lost one of them. She was honest about it and apologized. I had heard that she could not fight and obviously had forgotten that I could not either. So after school I decided to pick a fight with her. I hit her a few times and she seemed scared, so I kept on. This girl was at least twice my size at the time, but apparently I was delusional. All of a sudden, she turned around and tore my butt up. I went home with at least a black eye and I was carrying my broken glasses. But I learned a valuable lesson from that day forward. Never pick on people, especially, a scared person, because they may realize they have nothing to lose and kill me. This girl Leslie is an ex-con who was in the hole for three weeks for fighting, so believe me, I never wanted to fight her. But my temper had gotten me hear, so here I was. I was in shock and screaming for her to stop for a few seconds. To be continued.