lolablu

Yesterday a man tried to accost me on the street. I'm not sure what he was going to do, exactly, but it wasn't going to be nice. I was walking, and he came at me from the side. I threw out a block and went into fighting stance so that 1) he would be stopped from getting any closer to me than he already was (I was blocking his body, not a strike) and 2) I'd be in a position where I could see him instead of having him at my side. Then I slid back a bit, where I'd be in good range for an elbow strike to the head if he moved in again. And you know what? He backed away, looked freaked out, and apologized. I told him not to get closer to me. He kept backing away, and I walked off without either of us getting hurt. Well... he was going to be the one getting knocked out, but I'm glad I didn't have to hurt him and then call an ambulance and wait. Because if I had to hit him once, I wasn't going to stop until he was incapacitated.

But did I feel good about it, knowing I had the upper hand? No. I still wish he wouldn't have come near me in the first place.