No, the moment anyone threatens me with physical violence I get on my knees and offer to suck their dick.95% of the time they're freaked out and leave.

Yup.

Destroyed a bully in junior high in the gymn change room in front of all the kids. My reputation was solid through to nearly the end of the highschool.

Then, near the end of high school, a kid a couple of grades older than me, who was clearly out of high school and in trouble with the law alot (you can tell just by looking at these guys) bullied a smaller kid. I thought I had a clue, because you know, I won that one fight years ago and stood up for the kid. We squared off and this kid was not only older, but he had fought before and had skill. He baited me into tossing the first swing, he just waited and cracked me one and drew blood.

Instead of squaring off, the proper attack posture would have been to just ram him into the corner between the arcade machine and wall, pin him down and kicks his head in, not square off and give him time to set me up.

Lesson learned.

Competence is not walking around thinking you are hot shit. Competence is knowing what you know, knowing what you don't know and being situationally aware to evaluate the risk apropriately at all times.

It was an exceptional lesson. When I watch Joe Rogan, I only watch it for how calmly he handles every single situation, like a lion that know he can rip apart the gazelle sitting across him in that room. Although not a great example of competence, it is an extraordinary example of projection of dominance that all men need to learn.

Yup. I remember 3. 1, Got kicked hard in the nuts and when I doubled over they kicked me again. 2. I flirted with a dudes sister and he got his hands around my neck. I panic-laughed like a loon and eventually gave up because he thought I was insane. 3. We were punching and he got me in the sternum hard and I raked him in the eyes and punched him in the nads on the way down. So he kicked me a few more times.

I..suck at fighting... LOL

This doesn't include Fencing. I lose all the fuck time...

Yes. And it sucks. But it's developmental I think.

As the once great Bill Burr once said, every once in awhile you need a good punch to the face.

Twice kinda. One I was just waiting at a stop light between bar hops and two cute chicks walked up and stood next to me. We're all out out on the town so I initiated some harmless chitchat. Some dude shouts "Why you talking to my girl!" And sucker punches me right in the back left of my head behind the temple. I hear this loud "CRACK!" and am disoriented. I stumble run across the red light because he has a couple other Bros with him. I look back behind me and they're all circled around him while he's holding his obviously broken hand. That crack I heard was probably a boxer fracture or his wrist or something. Stayed up late to make sure I didn't have a concussion but felt pretty normal. I'll call that one a draw.

The other more serious one I can't get into too many details without risk of doxxing. But some skank didn't tell me she had a boyfriend. Him and his Bros arrived and I woke up in the drunk tank with visible strangulation bruises on my neck. That could have been bad. Officers only arrested me which is bullshit because I was the victim and charged me with drunk in public. Got dismissed because I was passed out on private property. And I wasn't passed out from alcohol, although it didn't help. I was almost murdered. Don't remember anything between making out with her and waking up in the drunk tank.

Moral of the stories? Stay away from alcohol and skanks.