Yeah, my father told me never to hit girls, so I tried avoiding them. This led to being hit in the back instead of the face with rocks. He wanted to know where my bruises and cuts were from and I said rock-throwing girls. He lectured me on irritating women and not starting fights. I came home the next day with bandages all over me and my neighbor, a young girl my age but in a different class saw them. Father told me not to do anything so I didn't. She kicked some little girl but though on the way out of school. It was sweet of her.dragon wench wrote:Well Gwally's two were really sweet actually
But I do know what you mean. My son and his friends are often harassed by the girls in his class, and it are invariably the boys who get the blame...
I remember moving when I was about 9, to an appartment while we were having a house built. There was a teenage girl who used to tear my arms apart with her nails knowing I wouldn't do anything about it because of my father. Oh, the day we moved I gave her a shot in the nose for my 5 weeks of bleeding everyday.
That ruins the fun. Oh well, I have vodka.I dunno...I am sure a short summary would suffice!