A story I need to get off my chest;
The wife and I were sat at a nice hotel overseas by the pool having a breakfast buffet. A man of middle eastern decent approx 30 years old 6' 3" slender with sandals on was outside and I caught him staring at me a few times while I was up getting various entries to eat.
My wife is very pretty and it is not unusual for someone to check me out while probably wondering what is a nice girl like her doing with someone like me? No brag just fact.
I was setting a few tables over and all of a sudden he walks up to my table and grabs the ash tray and puts his cigarette out.
scrutiny: Weird his table had an ashtray) I looked up and he said something in either Farsi or Arabic??..I looked at him and said sorry but I do not speak your language..He said something else and while looking at him again I told him, "I did not understand".
He then said in English, "Maybe you understand when I say I beat your a$$"!
Not many years ago he would have never known what hit him. I never have been one to take the first punch and the idiot was standing so close to where I was sat that to put him down would have been a fairly simple "THANG" to do.
I got to my feet so fast that it took him off guard and he still had not raised his arms to protect himself. The woman who was with him had a look of terror or fear on her face and that might be one of the reasons I did what I did..dunno maybe I am to old and just chicken anymore?
Unresolved conflict to this day.
What did I do??
I walked inside and told the manager what had happened and he sent two waitresses outside and collected our food and we ( OK the wife did) enjoyed our meal inside.
I was not happy for a few days; something nagged at me as though there was unfinished business....
My wonderful wife in her wisdom said the guy was drunk. Evidently he had been drinking all night according to the woman who was with him.... The woman had apologized to my wife.
My wife was glad I did not do something to him. I told her (wife) I was not happy and that I really wanted to mess him up. She said, "look at the sky and the beautiful color today. Look at all the people going about their daily chores on the street; is you hand sore or do you have some injury from doing something with that idiot? He was not worth your time or the chance of you being hurt. I am glad we finished our breakfast for I was hungry"!
Women are so practical!
I think because I have been a CHL and my thinking has become more CHL over the years I do not seek out problems or problem children.
I have no doubt I could have put him down and he would have needed to be carried out; ( ego??) again it is something I think I would have really enjoyed doing (still)!!
Kinda like teaching a lesson to an animal whose attention you have to get before the learning process can begin. I know it was handled where no one was hurt and other than a couple of my life's minutes spent on unpleasantries all is well. But the nagging occasionally still rears it's ugly head.
I tell this story for therapy and to point out things can go from a pleasent experience to a handful of crapolla in a heart beat.
I type this while watching the golf channel.
The wife and I were sat at a nice hotel overseas by the pool having a breakfast buffet. A man of middle eastern decent approx 30 years old 6' 3" slender with sandals on was outside and I caught him staring at me a few times while I was up getting various entries to eat.
My wife is very pretty and it is not unusual for someone to check me out while probably wondering what is a nice girl like her doing with someone like me? No brag just fact.
I was setting a few tables over and all of a sudden he walks up to my table and grabs the ash tray and puts his cigarette out.
scrutiny: Weird his table had an ashtray) I looked up and he said something in either Farsi or Arabic??..I looked at him and said sorry but I do not speak your language..He said something else and while looking at him again I told him, "I did not understand". He then said in English, "Maybe you understand when I say I beat your a$$"!
Not many years ago he would have never known what hit him. I never have been one to take the first punch and the idiot was standing so close to where I was sat that to put him down would have been a fairly simple "THANG" to do.
I got to my feet so fast that it took him off guard and he still had not raised his arms to protect himself. The woman who was with him had a look of terror or fear on her face and that might be one of the reasons I did what I did..dunno maybe I am to old and just chicken anymore?
Unresolved conflict to this day.
What did I do??
I walked inside and told the manager what had happened and he sent two waitresses outside and collected our food and we ( OK the wife did) enjoyed our meal inside.
I was not happy for a few days; something nagged at me as though there was unfinished business....
My wonderful wife in her wisdom said the guy was drunk. Evidently he had been drinking all night according to the woman who was with him.... The woman had apologized to my wife.
My wife was glad I did not do something to him. I told her (wife) I was not happy and that I really wanted to mess him up. She said, "look at the sky and the beautiful color today. Look at all the people going about their daily chores on the street; is you hand sore or do you have some injury from doing something with that idiot? He was not worth your time or the chance of you being hurt. I am glad we finished our breakfast for I was hungry"!
Women are so practical!
I think because I have been a CHL and my thinking has become more CHL over the years I do not seek out problems or problem children.
I have no doubt I could have put him down and he would have needed to be carried out; ( ego??) again it is something I think I would have really enjoyed doing (still)!!
Kinda like teaching a lesson to an animal whose attention you have to get before the learning process can begin. I know it was handled where no one was hurt and other than a couple of my life's minutes spent on unpleasantries all is well. But the nagging occasionally still rears it's ugly head.
I tell this story for therapy and to point out things can go from a pleasent experience to a handful of crapolla in a heart beat.
I type this while watching the golf channel.
