patheticloser
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Tonight my life has been threatened by a gang member. He's still pissed off I implied his sister was a slut last weekend. The problem is he was on his cell phone after the first confrontation in the bar and informed his brothers of my immature remark. Last Sat. that same guy who I tried to get feedback on how to close the deal and get his sitster's phone number. I didn't know it was his sister or her brother!
He got pissed off and threatened to fight me if I didn't leave. I did as I was told but the stubborn half of me wanted to see her again. Her name is Maria BTW and she gave me the best dance, bump and grind you could ever imagine. It's funny since she came up to me and took my hand leading me to the dance floor. The first time I've ever danced with a girl. She then took advantage of me, the nice guy I am, and begged for me to buy lots of drinks. I went with it and catered to her every need. Unfortunately, she got disinterested due to my doormat mentality and got promiscuous with other guys. I got my first ever hickie from her when I thanked her for helping have a good time.
I should've ended it right there but I felt the need to puppy dog and wait around to see where she was off to after the bar closed. Stupid desperate and needy idiot am I. That's the first half of the story.
On to last night. I spotted Maria in the club and felt the urge to tell her off that it wasn't a nice thing to use and abuse me like that. I didn't and ended up frustrated for not standing up for myself. A little later I see she gets into a confrontation with a cowboy and her friend and then storm out of the bar.
Now what happened tonight. I was having a great time and all almost able to get on the dance floor that is until I see the brother come in. Oh shoot I immediately turn around so he may not see me. Too late and he notices that body reaction I got last time. He asks me what I'm doing here and thought he said never to comeback here again. Demands that I leave right now or take this outside. I'm trembling all over like you wouldn't believe. It is scaring the crap out of me the intimidation is too much. I don't know how to stand up for myself and fight. Besides I worry about going to jail or being banned from the bar if anything happens.
I do as he says and get ready to leave. He follows me and makes sure I'm doing just that. I grab my coat and then he wants to talk. I see it as a sign he's fed up with me and wants to take a jab at me that very instant. I'm so scared I could pee in my pants. I go up to him and he tries to explain why he got so angry last weekend. Tries to make me see what would I do if he said something like that about my sister. I tried to relate and would of thought the same. Then mentions he's part of the Bandito gang. OH NO! The last thing I want to deal with is some gang! Why did this have to happen to me? I should've assumed Maria was part of something since she did dress gang-like and was Mexican (a rare minority up in these parts.)
The fact is I DIDN'T cheat on her or say she's a slut to her face or mention any of the sort. She's not even my gf or a date so WTF are they so worried about? I'm not a playa, pimp, or bad boy and my looks and the fact I have nobody prove it. The brother wouldn't listen and got more agitated. He was giving me an ultimatum when mentioning that his other brother would arrive soon. Tells me can only try to hold him back but if anything happens it's out of my hands. Like you want to do me a favor. You're just trying to coax me out before the worst happens.
Then gets the nerve to try to open me up and asks where I'm from. I leaked "around here" and then he tells me "you better watch your back now" with a grin. As if that wasn't enough tries to make a truce with me that he doesn't want to fight. I explain I'm not a fighter and he tries to relate. Then takes it back and says "I'll fight only if it comes to that point." Great, you first intimidate me then let me wave my white flag only to threaten me again? Must be some sort of tactic to make me obey to their overpowering demands.
I decide that I have the right to be here and head to the stage so I can get security to help me out once the DJ sees the fight. I am paranoid and start to think some Mexican-looking guys are surrounding me but acting casual about it. They are pouncing on me or about to! I spot the brother standing on the side of the dance floor. He has a buddy with him who looks buff and mean. The brother laughs at my scaredy cat reaction and I have to immediately play hide and seek or cat and mouse. They go up onstage and request a song. Notice they just announced to me that this is their turf and have claimed the club theirs in a way.
I'm left to wonder what I should do. Should I inform security, call the cops, or just leave. Then out of nowhere a guy informs me he can't hold back the out of control brother. Am told to leave one more time and so I do. I am paranoid and freaked out that my personal safety is in jeopardy. I talk to security who doesn't care about the situation. He relays it to the other guards and they listen to my story. They give me two choices: leave or they can kick out the Bandito brothers.
If I was dealing with some white guy who's pissed I'd get them in trouble. But this is a gang we're talking about and they would come after me. I even told security I feared they'd track me down. They suggested taking a taxi. Thanks guys for the help, not. I make the decision that is best for all of us. Stupid push over that I am leaves and wishes I did the opposite. I didn't want to end up in jail or worse the ER. Security told me if something happened it would have to be settled outside. Dumb policy allows the cops to get their hands on us with cuffs no matter who started it.
The Banditos got their way this time around but won't next time. I don't care if they kill me, I have nothing to live for anyway. They'd be doing me a favor. I'm not gonna let some wannabe gang try to control my life. I'm only starting to let go of the problems my disorder has caused me. Now this happens! When will I catch a break!
As I walked home I noticed there were several suspicious cars in my neighborhood that resemble what gangs drive. Looks like my anxiety was correct afterall. I don't think I was being paranoid either though it felt close to schizophrenic levels.
Ironic there was two choices I could make tonight and now two choices after. I can stay scared and never leave my home at night or I can face my fear and show them who's boss. I don't care if they got a possie I'll go Scarface on them. In other words you can hit my many times, stab me, or even shoot me but I won't die. Not until you stick a shotgun to my back like in the movie. I'll have such an adrenaline rush I'll be invincible. I can take them on and the entire gang!
I called the police after I got home and needed to get their advice. As far as catching them I should've called at the bar even if trouble would erupt. The officer told me "we can deal with the crap later." Easy for you! You're not dealing with a bunch of angry brothers out to kill me. You only have to do something after the fact. Stupid wussy cops can't even help me out. They needed a name of the guy inorder to make a police report. I could describe what they looked like but I guess that's only for robberies.
You messed with the wrong guy and if you keep tormenting with me you stupid Banditos I'll have an army of cops by my side to back me up. Good thing my cell phone still works. I'm ready so come and get me!
I need some suggestions from you guys as to how to turn that flight into a fight response. I'm sick of being a wuss and need the mentality to stand up for myself, whatever the consequences. I'm glad I wasn't with a girl tonight or things would've turned out ugly. I'm not about to look like some chicken infront of women.
I'm going to the bar tomorrow and see what happens then. If you don't hear from me in 24 hrs. it's probably because I'm either in the ER, jail, or dead. Wish me luck, I need all I can get.
He got pissed off and threatened to fight me if I didn't leave. I did as I was told but the stubborn half of me wanted to see her again. Her name is Maria BTW and she gave me the best dance, bump and grind you could ever imagine. It's funny since she came up to me and took my hand leading me to the dance floor. The first time I've ever danced with a girl. She then took advantage of me, the nice guy I am, and begged for me to buy lots of drinks. I went with it and catered to her every need. Unfortunately, she got disinterested due to my doormat mentality and got promiscuous with other guys. I got my first ever hickie from her when I thanked her for helping have a good time.
I should've ended it right there but I felt the need to puppy dog and wait around to see where she was off to after the bar closed. Stupid desperate and needy idiot am I. That's the first half of the story.
On to last night. I spotted Maria in the club and felt the urge to tell her off that it wasn't a nice thing to use and abuse me like that. I didn't and ended up frustrated for not standing up for myself. A little later I see she gets into a confrontation with a cowboy and her friend and then storm out of the bar.
Now what happened tonight. I was having a great time and all almost able to get on the dance floor that is until I see the brother come in. Oh shoot I immediately turn around so he may not see me. Too late and he notices that body reaction I got last time. He asks me what I'm doing here and thought he said never to comeback here again. Demands that I leave right now or take this outside. I'm trembling all over like you wouldn't believe. It is scaring the crap out of me the intimidation is too much. I don't know how to stand up for myself and fight. Besides I worry about going to jail or being banned from the bar if anything happens.
I do as he says and get ready to leave. He follows me and makes sure I'm doing just that. I grab my coat and then he wants to talk. I see it as a sign he's fed up with me and wants to take a jab at me that very instant. I'm so scared I could pee in my pants. I go up to him and he tries to explain why he got so angry last weekend. Tries to make me see what would I do if he said something like that about my sister. I tried to relate and would of thought the same. Then mentions he's part of the Bandito gang. OH NO! The last thing I want to deal with is some gang! Why did this have to happen to me? I should've assumed Maria was part of something since she did dress gang-like and was Mexican (a rare minority up in these parts.)
The fact is I DIDN'T cheat on her or say she's a slut to her face or mention any of the sort. She's not even my gf or a date so WTF are they so worried about? I'm not a playa, pimp, or bad boy and my looks and the fact I have nobody prove it. The brother wouldn't listen and got more agitated. He was giving me an ultimatum when mentioning that his other brother would arrive soon. Tells me can only try to hold him back but if anything happens it's out of my hands. Like you want to do me a favor. You're just trying to coax me out before the worst happens.
Then gets the nerve to try to open me up and asks where I'm from. I leaked "around here" and then he tells me "you better watch your back now" with a grin. As if that wasn't enough tries to make a truce with me that he doesn't want to fight. I explain I'm not a fighter and he tries to relate. Then takes it back and says "I'll fight only if it comes to that point." Great, you first intimidate me then let me wave my white flag only to threaten me again? Must be some sort of tactic to make me obey to their overpowering demands.
I decide that I have the right to be here and head to the stage so I can get security to help me out once the DJ sees the fight. I am paranoid and start to think some Mexican-looking guys are surrounding me but acting casual about it. They are pouncing on me or about to! I spot the brother standing on the side of the dance floor. He has a buddy with him who looks buff and mean. The brother laughs at my scaredy cat reaction and I have to immediately play hide and seek or cat and mouse. They go up onstage and request a song. Notice they just announced to me that this is their turf and have claimed the club theirs in a way.
I'm left to wonder what I should do. Should I inform security, call the cops, or just leave. Then out of nowhere a guy informs me he can't hold back the out of control brother. Am told to leave one more time and so I do. I am paranoid and freaked out that my personal safety is in jeopardy. I talk to security who doesn't care about the situation. He relays it to the other guards and they listen to my story. They give me two choices: leave or they can kick out the Bandito brothers.
If I was dealing with some white guy who's pissed I'd get them in trouble. But this is a gang we're talking about and they would come after me. I even told security I feared they'd track me down. They suggested taking a taxi. Thanks guys for the help, not. I make the decision that is best for all of us. Stupid push over that I am leaves and wishes I did the opposite. I didn't want to end up in jail or worse the ER. Security told me if something happened it would have to be settled outside. Dumb policy allows the cops to get their hands on us with cuffs no matter who started it.
The Banditos got their way this time around but won't next time. I don't care if they kill me, I have nothing to live for anyway. They'd be doing me a favor. I'm not gonna let some wannabe gang try to control my life. I'm only starting to let go of the problems my disorder has caused me. Now this happens! When will I catch a break!
As I walked home I noticed there were several suspicious cars in my neighborhood that resemble what gangs drive. Looks like my anxiety was correct afterall. I don't think I was being paranoid either though it felt close to schizophrenic levels.
Ironic there was two choices I could make tonight and now two choices after. I can stay scared and never leave my home at night or I can face my fear and show them who's boss. I don't care if they got a possie I'll go Scarface on them. In other words you can hit my many times, stab me, or even shoot me but I won't die. Not until you stick a shotgun to my back like in the movie. I'll have such an adrenaline rush I'll be invincible. I can take them on and the entire gang!
I called the police after I got home and needed to get their advice. As far as catching them I should've called at the bar even if trouble would erupt. The officer told me "we can deal with the crap later." Easy for you! You're not dealing with a bunch of angry brothers out to kill me. You only have to do something after the fact. Stupid wussy cops can't even help me out. They needed a name of the guy inorder to make a police report. I could describe what they looked like but I guess that's only for robberies.
You messed with the wrong guy and if you keep tormenting with me you stupid Banditos I'll have an army of cops by my side to back me up. Good thing my cell phone still works. I'm ready so come and get me!
I need some suggestions from you guys as to how to turn that flight into a fight response. I'm sick of being a wuss and need the mentality to stand up for myself, whatever the consequences. I'm glad I wasn't with a girl tonight or things would've turned out ugly. I'm not about to look like some chicken infront of women.
I'm going to the bar tomorrow and see what happens then. If you don't hear from me in 24 hrs. it's probably because I'm either in the ER, jail, or dead. Wish me luck, I need all I can get.
