Punch, Drink, Love I haven’t punched anyone since Peter, Sophomore Year in high school. It was over a woman--one that neither of us were dating but both of us wanted to impress. Oddly enough, punching one of her friends is not the way to a woman's heart, and so we both stopped doing that.
Joy was a nice girl. She was a church girl and proper and yet still wonderful and she wouldn't let me swear around her. I have no idea why I thought a girl like that would fall for a guy like me, and apparently she agreed with that sentiment. I didn't know it at the time. Still, I don't know why I thought hitting Peter was the way to go.
Talk to Joy
From that point on, all girl-related violence I was caught up in was aimed at me. Principal of them was Bill, who came after me with a baseball bat because of lady-related issues and who allegedly sicced his frat brothers on me--that these brothers had no idea who I was undoubtedly helped me out, but it made a couple of weeks in college a little more uncomfortable than necessary. I've worried about one or two other guys coming after me with baseball bats since then, but it hasn't been as big of an issue.
I am a man who will fight for your honor--if I have to, and if it'll make any difference--but mostly I'm a man who will insult people to their face--for your honor--and then try not to get hit. Hitting or getting hit never, to me, seems like it's worth it or all that effective.