Was at a bar last night. This big dude starts hitting on one of my girls, making her feel uncomfortable. So I step to the guy and tell him, "Hey brother, you're making my girl uncomfortable. Be chill and back off, ok?"
He's had a little too much to drink, he's a bit larger than I am, so he starts getting belligerent. So I tell him, "I don't want to start trouble, but back off, that's the last thing I'm going to tell you." I turn away to diffuse the situation.
He swings. I hear my friends react, and with my Ninjalike reflexes I duck in time to avoid the hit, but was fast enough to reach in my pocket for my flashlight.
Turn it on with the thumb trigger so it's on when it leaves my pocket, shine it right in the guy's face, just enough time to blind him and for the bouncers to get to the action and subdue him.
Saved from an ass-kicking by a tiny flashlight. That fucker is lucky.
I told this story to a girl this morning. From there, we talked about self-defense, about her getting hit on by weird dudes in NY, which transitioned nicely into stories of travel, Vegas, etc. By the end of the conversation, she was qualifying herself and asking what I was doing this weekend.
And she has a boyfriend...