Ever Been Physically Attacked by a Human Female?

Yes.. ! aside from my mother and mys sisters... yes I've been in fights with other women ( girls)... I always won.. I'm a street fighter...

I look delicate.. it's mistake people have made in the past... I learned to fight like a boy when I was a kid...
 

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Remy said:
Yes. My own mother. Not to mention a couple of female bullies in school.

Was this individual related to you?
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No, she was a girl who was always at the Rotunda Swimming Pool in Newark NJ, who was always lying on the pavement with this lifeguard dude wrapped around her. Of course we all envied him. Well, I was having a water splashing fight with this dude whom I considered my best friend but was really, my worse enemy. Meanwhile, there she was, in all her female voluptuous glory, sunbathing albeit this time without her lifeguard appendage.

During our water splashing fight, my so-called buddy must have maliciously splashed her on purpose, and then must have pointed to me as the culprit. Suddenly, there she was, the generously physically endowed female of my dreams albeit of dubious moral character, slowly approaching me in the pool. Now, please understand that to me, she seemed like the fulfillment of my erotic juvenile fantasies.

She came over stood by me, not in front of me, since that would have made what she had planned more difficult, and said,

"Don't do that!"

Now, I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, and assumed that she wanted me to get intimate as she had been shamelessly doing with the lifeguard lover. So I wrapped my arm around her waist. Well, she immediately responded by pulling me underwater backwards by my hair. I was helpless, and if she had continued, she would have very easily drowned me. I struggle furiously, but every time I almost reached the surface to breathe, she would pull me under again making me float helplessly in a horizontal position facing the surface just inches away from air. .

Then, suddenly, after what seemed to me an agonizing eternity, she finally released her grip and I was able to breathe. As I gasped for air, I saw her calmly walking away and then turned around and say: "Don't do that!" while pointing an index finger at me. Then after calmly lifting herself out of the pool, she resumed her sunbathing.

Puzzled, I looked over to my best friend who had splashed her, and who would have very calmly allowed her to kill me, andfound him just standing there smirking,

He said: "You are crying!"
"I am not crying" I responded while trying to blink away the tears.
"Sure you are!" the SOB replied with profound satisfaction.

I decided to leave the swimming pool along with my so-called buddy, even though I had just arrived.

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I never saw her nor her lifeguard lover at the swimming pool again. Figured that they had both been expelled from the swimming pool by someone in charge who had witnessed the attack.

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It never crossed my mind to attack her.
 
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Radrook said:
No, she was a girl who was always at the Rotunda Swimming pool in Newark NJ, who was always lying on the pavement with this lifeguard dude wrapped around her. Of course we all envied him. Well, I was having a water splashing fight with this dude whom I considered my best friend but was really, my worse enemy. Meanwhile, there she was, in all her female voluptuous glory, sunbathing albeit this time without her lifeguard appendage.

My so called buddy seemed to have splashed her on purpose because suddenly I saw this generously physically endowed female of dubious moral character, slowly approaching me in the pool. Now, please understand that to me, she seemed like the fulfillment of my erotic juvenile fantasies.

She came over stood by me, no in front of me, since that would have made what she had planned more difficult, and said,

"Don't do that!"

Now, I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, and assumed that she wanted me to get intimate as she had been shamelessly doing with the lifeguard lover. So I wrapped my arm around her waist. Well, she immediately responded by pulling me underwater backwards by my hair. I was helpless, and if she had continued, she would have very easily drowned me. I struggle furiously, but every time I almost reached the surface to breathe, she would pull me under again making me float helplessly in a horizontal position facing the surface just inches away from air. .

Then, suddenly, after what seemed to me an agonizing eternity, she finally released her grip and I was able to breathe. As I gasped for air, I saw her calmly walking away and then turned around and say: "Don't do that!" while pointing an index finger at me. Then after calmly lifting herself out of the pool, she resumed her sunbathing.

Puzzled, I looked over to my best who had splashed her, and who would have very calmly allowed her to kill me, just standing there smirking, He said:

"You are crying!"
"I am not crying" I said while trying to blink away the tears.
"Sure you are!" the SOB responded with profound satisfaction.

I decided to leave the swimming pool along with my so-called buddy, even though I had just arrived.

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I never saw her nor her lifeguard lover at the swimming pool again. Figured that they had both been expelled from the swimming pool by someone in charge who had witnessed the attack.

BTW
It never crossed my mind to attack her.
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OMG!!!
 
During the ten years that I was employed by Metropolitan Toronto Ambulance, being threatened or assaulted by both men and women was a common event. Drunks, both male and female, are often aggressive and unruly.

Family fights can be deadly, not only for the family members, but also for the people who respond to the situation. My Ambulance partner and I were attacked by a 50 year old woman armed with a full size sword. She had already attacked her 22 year old son with it, and partially severed his left arm at the elbow. We dragged him out of the house, into the street, just as 2 Toronto Police officers arrived on the scene.

She was shot as she attacked the Police in the middle of the street. We called for a second Ambulance to come to the location. We transported the son to Toronto General Hospital, where his arm was re-attached by surgeons later that day. The Mother died at the scene, due to being shot in the chest at close range, as she tried to stab the police officers with that 3 foot long sword. The reason for the attack by the Mother? The son was dating a black girl, and the family was Italian. JIM.
 
Capt Lightning said:
My mother. It was the only way she knew how to respond some times. I remember the last time she hit me. I swung round and raised my fist and she looked shocked. She said 'you wouldn't hit your mother would you ?'. I said 'you hit me and .....'. She wisely never laid a finger on me again because it could have been nasty.
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I did the self same thing... My mother attacked me for some minor thing.. grabbing my hair as I stood near the window.. and I'd had enough..I was about 17 at the time, and I pulled her fingers from my hair and shoved her hard and she fell onto the sofa.. the look of shock on her face was something to behold.. but I'd had enough !
 
jimintoronto said:
During the ten years that I was employed by Metropolitan Toronto Ambulance, being threatened or assaulted by both men and women was a common event. Drunks, both male and female, are often aggressive and unruly.

Family fights can be deadly, not only for the family members, but also for the people who respond to the situation. My Ambulance partner and I were attacked by a 50 year old woman armed with a full size sword. She had already attacked her 22 year old son with it, and partially severed his left arm at the elbow. We dragged him out of the house, into the street, just as 2 Toronto Police officers arrived on the scene.

She was shot as she attacked the Police in the middle of the street. We called for a second Ambulance to come to the location. We transported the son to Toronto General Hospital, where his arm was re-attached by surgeons later that day. The Mother died at the scene, due to being shot in the chest at close range, as she tried to stab the police officers with that 3 foot long sword. The reason for the attack by the Mother? The son was dating a black girl, and the family was Italian. JIM.
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It was only recently that I discovered that ambulance staff are routinely attacked by some members of the public, I was appalled.

I really believe that in these instances those who attack members of the emergency services should be given extra long prison sentences...
 
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Capt Lightning said:
My mother. It was the only way she knew how to respond some times. I remember the last time she hit me. I swung round and raised my fist and she looked shocked. She said 'you wouldn't hit your mother would you ?'. I said 'you hit me and .....'. She wisely never laid a finger on me again because it could have been nasty.
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The same thing happened to me but instead of her saying, "you wouldn't hit your mother", she hid behind my stepfather and the look on her face was priceless. She was never a part of my adult life but between her and my brother, I learned how to take a punch.
 
hollydolly said:
Well she sounds like a lunatic. Doubtless she went on to attack other people in her life.. maybe even the boyfriend
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I only saw her once after that and was amazed on how tiny she actually was and how physically imposing she had seemed to me years before as an adolescent. She was walking down hill on Seventh Avenue late that summer evening with a group of Italian and Irish girls, and I was walking with my buddies, uphill Towards Branchbrook Park, which we considered our gang's turf. She had cunningly positioned herself in the middle of the group as if to avoid my noticing her. I guess she imagined me seeking revenge. But such a revenge had never crossed my mind.

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I think that her rage was partially fueled by racism reinforced by her idea that she had some kind of authority at the pool derived from her intimate relation with the lifeguard. .
 
I thought about getting attacked by a "female human", and besides my mom and her broom, there was only one time I got beat up.
I was about 7ish, and my cousin Cheryl was a year younger. She and I were playmates, and we were always doing things that got us into trouble, she was my "troublemate".
I told her that Santa did not exist. She said he did, and proceeded to beat the crap out of me. She did a good job.
 
I in jeans & my dress wearing girl friend, both of us thirteen, were peacefully talking to each other in front of her home when I heard her months old brother crying (again) in her home. With no criticizing thought I said, "Your brother sures cries a lot, and BAM! she slapped me hard across the cheek. Immediately my fist flew out (on its own!) and grazed her jaw. What ?! Shees, I wasn't even angry that she slapped me, just shocked.

Well the fight was on. And no way would I let her defeat me, afterall she was in the wrong for hitting me in the first place, I thought. Our wrestling match had started in the daytime,（gathering a crowd of watchers around our age) & was still going by evening. Well, I finally had her flat on her back, my legs across her & holding her arms above her head, and wondering okay, now what? lol It was then her mother came out & ordered us to stop fighting. (Thank goodness). Well I let her up and she strutted off into her house exclaiming, "You're gonna pay for my dress too!" Well I guess she sure showed me! 😅
 
Radrook said:
I only saw her once after that and was amazed on how tiny she actually was and how physically imposing she had seemed to me years before as an adolescent. She was walking down hill on Seventh Avenue late that summer evening with a group of Italian and Irish girls, and I was walking with my buddies, uphill Towards Branchbrook Park, which we considered our gang's turf. She had cunningly positioned herself in the middle of the group as if to avoid my noticing her. I guess she imagined me seeking revenge. But such a revenge had never crossed my mind.

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I think that her rage was partially fueled by racism reinforced by her idea that she had some kind of authority at the pool derived from her intimate relation with the lifeguard. .
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Racism ?..against whom ?... you ?
 
David777 said:
As a twentysomething a jealous woman came after me with a razor blade. Beyond trivial early grade school wrestling, I've never been physically attacked by other men. Men and bullies who tend to fight others, avoid fighting children, females, and small men, lest they be embarrassed.
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OTOH...men who hit women and children, rarely ever hit another man their equal or bigger ( my father was the exception.. he would fight anyone )
 

Ever Been Physically Attacked by a Human Female?​


Hand on heart, I've never been physically attacked by ladies or girls, perhaps the odd playful slap, but I have however, on many occasions, been the victim of brutal tongue lashings by members of the fair sex..... and let me tell you, it's terrifying. 😊
 
@Radrook She was crazed. Wonder what she did to her husband or kids if she ever had either. She sounds like someone who would end up on Investigation Discovery Deadly Women.
 
My mom once slapped me when I lied to her about being out drinking. I was probably about 16. I don't believe in hitting children but I richly deserved that one.
 

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