defending my honor.

My boyfriend and I went out last night. I was definitely not in the mood, and wasn't up for doing much other than relaxing. His best friend was coming to hang out with us so I stopped being moody and decided to just go with the flow and have a good time. I really wanted a chance to get to know his best friend after the last time I met him a few weeks ago when I was bitter that I wasn't included in conversation.

The night started out just fine. We went to a dirty little gay bar in Cleveland (eh, they all kind of are) and I bought us a round of drinks. We finally had a chance to talk and get to know each other a bit, which was really nice.

The bar was really crowded last night. Some familiar faces were around as well. The "We Worship You!" guys were there. My old friend from high school came up to say hello and made me a bit angry when he said "Good for you!!!" in a really fake tone. I don't know if he was being fake or not, but I took it as a dig at me having a boyfriend whom they all can't take their eyes off of. I rolled my eyes at him and said, "good for what?" I dunno. Maybe I took it out of context but seriously, I have always had a boyfriend or someone that I'm dating or hanging out with. I don't feel "lucky" or that I'm with a guy right now for some piteous reason.

If you remember my blog from several weeks ago about the guys who I got into a verbal altercation with when they were flirting with my boyfriend (at the same bar, no less)... well, they were both back too. We've seen them out many times now but they tend to stay away after I told them I felt they were being extremely disrespectful toward the both of us.

Last night was different. The one guy seemed dead-set on pissing off my boyfriend. He put his arm around me while I was raiding the candy basket near the karaoke area. "A" shook his head and let it go. The dude dropped some candy on the ground and on his way up, grabbed my crotch. I pushed him off me and my boyfriend was visibly becoming angry, but again let it go. I talked to the guy's friend and ended up having a good conversation with him. Meanwhile, from what my boy tells me, the other one tried rubbing on his chest. Tension was building. It was time for "A" to sing so he went up on stage with his friends. The crazy guy came back to me and dragged me behind the stage area, reached out, and grabbed "A"s butt from behind. "A" turned around and yelled at him. I knew things were going to get bad, but just how bad? I had no idea what was about to happen.

It was finally time to go. "A"s best friend was outside talking to a beat-up looking Britney Spears. "A" went to close his tab at the bar. I went back inside and saw that an old guy had just bought him a fresh beer. I rolled my eyes at him and said that it was really time to go. He introduced me to the old man, who happens to run a lot of the benefits and shows at the local gay bars. While I was talking to the old man, the crazy guy came back. He said something about the Obama pin that "A" was wearing. I saw "A" tear it off his shirt and throw it. Then "A" turned around, yelling something about disrespect, and pointed at me. He obviously was being flirted with or something and told him that we were together.

The crazy guy grabbed "A"s crotch and laughed. Immediately, "A" punched the guy right back in the crotch. I was shocked, but the guy was still laughing. The guy looked at me, directly behind "A", and jumped right up in my face and kissed me smack-dab on the lips. I didn't even have time to react, I jumped back as quick as I could. "A" grabbed the guy by the head and threw him on the ground. It was a full-fledged bar fight with stools flying in every direction and punches being thrown. I tried to pull "A" off the guy. They were really going at it on the ground, and "A" is a big guy, so I couldn't for the life of me get into it nor did I have the strength to pull him off. A few seconds later they were pulled apart. I grabbed "A" and took him to the front corner of the bar. My heart sunk. He had blood and scratches all over his face, right around his eyes, all over his forehead, and on his neck. He was screaming and I tried to calm him down.

It was a bad scene, one that I don't want to ever see again. I felt honored to have someone fight for me, but still.. its just so stupid. "A"s eyes could've been put out, thats how close the scratches were. What man fights by scratching out someone's eyes?? Well, thats just too obvious in this situation. Its a weird thing to have someone you care about fight for you, and this has never happened to me before. I felt glad to know that "A" cares enough about me to beat the shit out of someone, but really upset that this whole thing happened.

My poor boyfriend. His face is so jacked up. I felt so bad last night and this morning when we woke up, he looks absolutely terrible. I really hope we're banned from the bar. I don't want to be around those people anymore.