I was downtown on the mean streets of Des Moines. I was wandering around for like three hours. I was talking to everyone, having a blast, and making progress on being direct as fuck. It was a great night.

Then I saw this gorgeous girl in a blue dress sitting on a bench near some of my friends and I. We started talking and she seemed to be into it. However she was sitting on the bench and I was standing. So, she kept saying 'what?' and I didn't really want to keep leaning over her to talk. So, I shove her out of the way and squeeze onto the bench next to her. I just continued what I was saying from before I sat down.

Before I even finished my sentence, I see a white blur pass in front of me and I hear a "Hey, motherfucker." Cool. It must be one of my buddies. He puts me in a head lock and I can think of one good friend who always greets me like that. Then it tightens. He cranks my neck to the side and tightens his grip.

Well fuck. Maybe I don't know this guy. I reach behind me and throw my arm around his neck. I jump out of the bench so, I won't be trapped. Then I tighten my grip and drop towards the ground pulling him off his feet.

As soon as my grip tightens on his neck his loosens on mine. He gets up. I stand up to look him dead in the eyes. I have at least ten great friends all standing behind me. He storms across the street.

I light up a cigarette. My friends all ask what happened. All the people who I had talked to on the corner before that happened come up to me to see what the fuck that was. I glare at the girl and ask "You know that guy?!" She nods and walks away. I laugh it off and go back to my conversation.

A minute later he comes back to apologize. It was apparently his ex-girlfriend. I tell him to move the fuck on. We shake hands and everything's cool. Other than the fact that it still hurts to turn my head 24 hours later.

His eyes were bugged out. I assume drugs had something to do with it. Drugs are dangerous kids.

Who else has crazy stories of boyfriends and exes?

I don't really like gaming on the streets at night. Crazy people everywhere. If I go out at night, I make sure I go to a club or bar. Yeah it's not that cheap but at least there're security guards who will make the crazy people stop their crazy shit.

Wow... I've never had such an incident in a club. Well anyway in this crazy world anyone could just walk right to me and punch me in the face without any reason whatsoever but that doesn't mean that I'll no longer go outside.

Have a wingman watch your back. Otherwise do not spend too long looking at the girl.

U can just say where is your bf. Then keep talking so u r prepared.

Let's look at this in another light, it had nothing to do with your skills, whether you are into pick up or not the outcome would have likely been the exact same thing.

It was just a jealous ex who still thinks he has claim over her, which he was sadly mistaken... lets face it he came across as a needy and responsive lowering his value, but at the same time he was trying to be alpha.

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My close call experience
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I was in a club when a woman dropped her purse, it bust open and her money/cards went everywhere. I was a few feet away so I helped her in getting her shit together when we started having a platonic conversation afterwards.
Sure enough the boyfriend was on his way back from scratching his balls or whatever and he caught me talking to her.

Without so much of even getting wind of what actually happened, he was all in my face trying to intimidate me and I just played it down and played it cool, I told him the deal and he was having none of it.

There was a verbal exchange quite heated on his part... you know how an argument goes but I still kept my cool and in the end I even had his own woman verbally defending me and bringing his value down, looking back at it was almost like a 'Strawman' happening right in front of me, he was destroying himself whilst she was sniping away at him at every giving opportunity.

I just said to them both "I didn't sign up for this, it makes me wonder where a little chivalry gets anybody these days" and started to walk away, she grabbed my arm told me were going to the bar and led me to the bar as she set out to prove a point to him and bought me a drink (I declined but she said she insisted and was not taking no for an answer).

Funny how when she was buying me a drink I expected him to go ballistic at me but surprisingly he simmered right down and started being all apologetic (he knows he's lost to a superior frame) I said "I'm not really interested in your apology and it's not me you should be apologising to"

We went total chump on me offering me a handshake and justifying his actions etc. I told him "It has pretty hollow meaning to me really - there's a right way and a wrong way to go about things" "Even though I wasn't, if anyone was trying to chat up my missus I'd would have been flattered" and I accepted his handshake (not to cause another flashpoint) I wished her a good night, thanked her for the drink and went on my way.

*I didn't handle this in the ideal manner as he did piss me off deep down because I was innocent, but I didn't go total AFC about it - Who knows looking back on it I may have left him a slightly better person for it, but at what cost to her and their relationship.*