Have You Ever Punched Someone in the Face?

I don't really know this guy and I'd like to just hit this guy cold.

He has a beard, which makes think the blow may be dulled.

(/flatliners)

Clint: I only came here to do two things tonight, Newton; drink some beer and kick some ass,

[glances over his shoulder]

Clint: looks like we're almost outta beer.

Then we'll STOP, DROP, SHUT-EM DOWN, OPEN UP SHOP, EWWWWW-OU.

Last person I remember hitting: DH - 1986 or 1987. He'd taken the stool I was about to sit on in the Chemistry lab at school which meant one of two things - either I would have to sit on one of the smaller stools which wasn't high up enough to reach the bench properly (uncomfortable and everyone would laugh at me) or I'd have to go into another room and get a stool from there. I hit him in the back as he sat down to face the teacher and to my surprise actually hurt him (he went "OOF!" very loudly). It got me some crewdibility n a strange sort of way - afterwards DH told several people that I "could hit hard if I wanted to".

if i was about 50 lbs heavier, more muscle-bound and w/ my temper, i reckon that i'd be in jail now.

Physical injury I feel worst about inflicting: I once went to hug someone and accidentaly put a cigarette out on their nose.

i have been randomly punched once or twice by strangers: these things tend to happen late at night when everyone concerned is very drunk. on both occassions it didn't hurt cos i was numb with booze and i immediately gained the high ground and the concerned sympathy of everyone in the kebab shop.

Meanwhile, peple I knew would occasonally get their asses kicked, normally unprovoked, and people I didn't even know died.

my girlfriend was with her mate when they came across a vicious argument between a woman and a burly bloke which looked set to turn violent at any moment. she insisted her mate stepped in despite his reluctance. eventually he grabbed the bloke spun him round and made to punch only to discover it was a woman. cue both women shouting variations on "that's right - like to hit women do you?" while landing punches on him; crowd gathering; my girlfriend laughing very much.

As I said upthread, this happened to me a couple of years back

I was about 12 years old, no actually I was 12 years old, on the playground at school when some girl, this girl from the neighborhood who I didn't know well, she was a bit creepy and kept inside a lot, starts making quite rude comments about my tits (overdeveloped for 12). So I turned around, called her a stupid cunt, and walked off with my friends. She suddenly flies screaming at my back, scratching and hitting me. So I turned again and punched her square in the face.

I found out approximately 5 seconds later that, unbeknownst to me, the girl had a bum eye. I never lived down punching the half-blind girl.

Still don't feel bad about this. Stupid bitch shouldn't have flown at me and my mates.

Take story as you will.

BUT NO ONE AT ALL QUESTIONED ME HITTING A GUY IN THE GROIN.

I dropped that post in for a reason. The lack of horrified responses/leg-crossing interests me.

(NB I am not suggesting going for the groin is kosher in any situation - its a powerful tool though. Er, no pun intended.)

also hitting someone in the nads is a perfectly reasonable way to fight. cf Indiana Jones' pistol. Same difference, I have no less respect for that than I do for a headbutt.

As a self defense thing for women especially I like to think of it as quite justifiable.

Ive never been attacked or had to defend myself to the point of punching someone though - but I never put myself in a situation where it might happen (or try not to anyway), eg walking alone at night, whatever.

Even when I was slapped in the face in class once I just sat and cried, rather than hitting the guy. Except I then smacked him about with my wooden ruler but um, I dont think that was very effective.

Did you ever hear of the religion of Borstenanity? It had ten commandments, and people decided to follow them to the letter. As a result, after a while the religion vanished completely. (It went through a few different stages. At first it was 'Oh, I agree that's wrong.' Then 'That's too obvious to mention'. Then 'Murder, what is that?' Then 'What did you say the name of that religion was again? Nope, never heard of it.')

Ha ha - I wonder if anyone has made it 'mandatory' for prospective partners to answer YES.

This is the THIRD time in the last three years I've intervened on someone getting a doing in the street... in broad daylight (tho this time it was only an old man and not a woman for a change). So what I want to ask fellow London-dwellers is does this sort of thing happen to them too or does trouble just follow me around?

I have actually lost count of the amount of times I've intervened in a fight situation. It's generally people twice my size having a go at someone about my size, which kind of offends my sense of fair play. Or it's drunk people caterwauling at each other when I'm sober. My strategy is simply Young Lady, Do You Kiss Your Mother With That Mouth? What's funny for you and shocking for them is to just suddenly SNAP fingers right in front of their eyes inna Miss Thing stylee, as a personal space violation it's pretty abrupt and startles the average doofus bully well (as does 'oh, go felch your boyfriend' if there's two of them). NB this strategy for BRITAIN and other non-firearms countries.

I was working 10 hour days, starting at 5 in the morning at a giant CVS distribution factory and it was the most draining experience of my life. I got home one day and had a water bottle in my hand. Completely exhausted I threw it on to the ground (I was in the front yard) and without knowing it had hit my little brother on the back. He was having a rough day himself, and as I was entering the door he punched me in the back. I had absolutely no patience (and I hate waiting) and I was one step up the deck that lead to the door so when I turned around to punch my brother in the shoulder, I hit him directly in the face. Square in the nose. It took a while to register what happened, but when I did, I was so tired that I didn't say anything and went to my room to pass out. Needless to say my brother exploded and ran around the house attempting to destroy anything he knew was mine.