Thursday, July 1, 2010

You'd be surprised to learn that I...

Mama's Losin' It


4.) People would be surprised to learn that…


I had a very educational experience when I was about 19 or 20. I learned something about myself, as I have learned many things about myself, by doing something really stupid.

When I was first dating the man that would become both a good friend as well as my ex-husband (my life is weird. Trust me. Makes for good stories, tho), he lived in an apartment in a seedy part of town. Because I was 20(ish) and worked until 11:00 at night, I would often be over at his place until 2 or 3 in the morning.

On one of those occasions, we had a spat over something. He was a bit of an insensitive boob & I was a young, emotional female. At the time, he was a smoker and I would have a cigarette if I were drinking or really angry. I was really angry.

So, I stood out in the parking lot, alone, at like 2 am smoking a cigarette while standing next to my car. I had put my purse, etc in the car & was standing next to the driver's seat with the door open...to minimize the smell of yuck getting into my car.

While smoking (slowly - I was an amateur), I noticed a guy walking around the parking lot. Being the paranoid that I am, I pulled my switchblade out of my purse, held it in my right hand, and crossed my right arm across me so my right hand and switchblade were hidden underneath my left arm.

As I was nearing the end of my cigarette, the aforementioned shifty guy wandered up to me & started talking (mumbling, really) to me. I am inherently anti-social so I was rather curt with him. He took out a cigarette & asked for a light. My lighter was in my purse & I didn't want to turn my back on him, so I handed him my cigarette to light his. This seemed to throw him off...which bugged me, so I took another drag or 2, put out the cigarette, and got in my car.

For some reason, as I sat down, I turned my head for a split second to look toward the passenger seat. When I turned back around to pull my door shut, the guy was standing there with a small revolver pointed at my head. I squeaked a little (pathetically) because the gun freaked me out. He told me to "Shhhh!" I responded by pulling out my right hand, popping the switchblade at his throat, and telling him "you get the fuck away from me! Get the fuck away!"

He looked at my knife and ran. I then proceeded to have a mild panic attack, drove to the bottom of the stairs of my then boyfriend's apartment, ran up barefoot (I'd had high-heeled boots on, which I flung off before driving the 200 yards in panic), & pounded on his door. He did not appreciate this, but relented when I told him what had happened...then went down to find the guy. He didn't find him.

I learned something interesting about myself in that moment. I learned that I'm a Goddamn idiot for standing out there by myself at 2 am. I learned that when the shit hits the fan? By instinct, I will fight. The guy wasn't prepared to shoot me (or I would be dead). I was prepared to do whatever I had to to keep him away from me. He made the smart decision. That moment simultaneously scared the absolute shit out of me, but taught me that I can handle myself when I need to. I didn't freeze. I fought. I don't know what he wanted, but it was something for which he thought he needed a gun.

12 comments:

  1. I'm am going out tomorrow to get a switch blade do maybe one day I can write a story about pulling out my switch blade.
    Everyone needs a dream.

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  2. I won't lie, it does make a good story. But hell if I didn't nearly pee myself at the time....

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  3. You are one interesting gal; sort of a Mom/stepmom/trained assassin/cia operative!
    Brunch101

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  4. Holy crap! I mean Holy Crap! That's pretty bad ass!

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  5. Dang. That's a heck of a story. Go you for handling yourself so well! I hope your boyfriend took it as a lesson too...to treat you right!

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  6. Wow.... you are so lucky and very brave. Bravo!!

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  7. Holy cow! That would have scared me to death. But I must say, "You go girl!" I'm not sure I would have been as brave!

    Thanks for stopping by earlier!

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  8. I was super lucky. I was a twitch away from death. I suppose I was brave, but at the time, I didn't really think about it, I just did it. I mean, honestly, if I'd put any brainpower into it, I wouldn't have brought a knife to a gunfight, ya know? ;o)

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  9. How moly! I would be whimpering I think. That or I would have tried to run him over with the car! Seriously.

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  10. Wow - Stopping in from Writer Workshop - what a story, and congratulations on having the courage to stick up to him, I don't know what I would have done!!

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  11. Wow! Good for you! I'm sure the guy with the gun actually DID pee himself!!

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