This is a question for all the "Men" in here.

This question is part of a test that was asked to see if chilvary is actually dead.


Have you ever rescused a woman in danger before? Ex:

Fought off a male attacker (boyfriend, stalker ect)

Fought off a Mugger

Rescued a woman from a burning car, house, building, ect ect!

You get the picture.

If so, tell us about it.

I rescued my wife from virginity some 15 years ago.

I help unwed mothers get their start!

But seriously folks..... me and a neighbor helped thwart a kidnapping many years ago (crazy boyfriend situation).

I didn't kill a French woman in Iraq (funny story) when I could have, which is kind of like rescuing her!

Nothing drastic.

Held a couple female hands during bouts of extreme fear of flying, when I was riding in back.

Changed a tire for a chick in a parking lot once, and helped one of my neighbors in GA jump-start her car one morning after her husband had already split for work.

Told a pair of flight attendants that I was available to help wrestle down and cuff some drunken idiot who was making an ass of himself on a flight one time, if they needed me. I even carry the cloth cuffs in my flight bag. Turns out they didn't need me. (I was in uniform)

That's about it, so far. But I do keep my eye out for damsels in distress...

"My husband is away for a long, long time......"

Nothing amazing here either...

One time my neighbor thought someone was in her basement. She had come home to the door being slightly ajar and she thought she heard noises coming from downstairs.

She called my house, my dad and I went down there and checked it out. Turns out there was nobody there though.


Another time there was a guy in the hallway of my dorm screaming and making threats into his phone at some girl (She must've just broken up with him or something). I mean, the guy was goin' nuts and making really outlandish threats. I went out there, told the guy that he needs to calm down and basically called him a pussy for threatening a woman that way, and that he needed to quiet the fuck down. He said he was just pissed and he didn't really mean the stuff he was saying. I told him that it wasn't a very good way to convince someone to stay with him and he seemed pretty pissed but he didn't really say anything. After I spoke to him he quieted down a bit but was still having a heated argument.

Right after talking to him I called the people at the front desk and told them about what was going on, cuz he seemed a bit crazy.

That one wasn't really anything, since I figured I could beat his ass if it came down to it, and I was partially motivated by getting him to shut the fuck up. Never heard on whether the hall did anything about it or if they called the cops.

Many moons ago, when I was a night sub, I left the office at 2 am to discover that I had a flat tyre. I had an 18 mile drive home.
My boss came out, found me manoeuvring the spare out of the boot, and took over.
I'd have walked barefoot over hot coals for that bloke after that.

Never been that lucky, either with chicks in parking lots or penis size...

Probably the only thing I did was my friends and I kicked a gay out of our apartment complex that was beating his GF. Got the police on his ass as well.

Though I do give threatening looks to all boys around my younger sister.

Oh come on. You Brits don't REALLY spell tire 'tyre'.

I helped a family recover their runaway teenaged daughter from an asshole.

It's a long story, but Elwood would have been proud.

Um, we do. 'tire' means 'become weary'.

edit: to Sokar.

Just be glad there wasn't a foetus involved.

I put out a fire in my neighbor's kitchen.

I haven't worked with a lot of women in my life, and most of the ones I have worked with were out to prove themselves and were hard as nails because of it. However, for a number of years the office shared a female secretary. A very attractive lady in her mid-40's.

Well, she happened to live across the street behind the office (the office was a converted house). She'd been having some trouble with her ex (who lived out of town) and one day, when we got ready to go home, she came back into the building and said that her ex was in his car, parked in front of her house. She was scared to walk over there 'cause he'd been making some threats and her husband wasn't home from work yet.

So, the two of us that were left walked her home and had a "talk" with the ex. He never came back, so I consider it a job well done.

In college, me and some of my friends had a similar 'talk' with a fella who thought it was ok to slap his girlfriend around. The talk involved duct-tape applied to very hairy parts of himself.

Saved from immediate danger, though? Not as such.

Do children count?

I saved a little girl from serious injury once.

Thing is, not a single person (even the girls mother) saw it.

There's part of me wishes that in those sort of situations, the woman could deal with it herself.
But grown-up, experienced me recognises that some bastards only recognise physical strength, and that's one area where we'll never be able to match you.
So I'm ever so glad people like you are around...

Saw the danger or saw you save the kid from harm?

If it's the former, good job. If it's the latter,

The Warden and me were at the mall, and we were going to the down escalater. There we saw two oriental ladies..one looked in her 30's, and the other 70's or 80's. The older lady had obviously never seen an escalator before, and was terrified of it, and the younger one was trying to calm her down and coax her onto it with her (neither one were speaking English).

So it looked like she was going to go for it, and then just as the younger one stepped out, the older one chickened out, so down went a distraught younger leaving older one behind. I walked up to the old lady, and she looked up at me. I held out my hand, and wordlessly she latched on to my entire arm like it was a life preserver.

Together we stepped out onto the escalator, rode it down, and stepped off to reunite the grateful oriental ladies, and finally bring an end to an epic misadventure.

I was a big damn hero.

I've never, ever hit a woman I cared about in anger. I've been slapped before by a woman I cared about and more than a few times by women I didn't care about, but I just let it go.

However, my rule is simple and straight forward. If a woman hits me with a closed fist, if she wants to hit me like a man, I'm gonna treat her like a man and knock her fuckin' lights out.

That said, Pepper Spray has saved a lot of women I've arrested from getting the ass kicking they deserved.

I stopped a rape once.

Both.

I was at Lowe's Home Improvement Warehouse in Tyler, TX trying to get a job there about a year after they fired me.

That is how desperate I was after alot of futility.

I think I talked about this in my Diary.

It was fairly late, I was in a pissy mood after getting rebuffed yet again.

I was standing near a checkout line where a woman with a little girl about three years old was checking out.

Both the lady and the checkout girl were busy so they didn't notice the three year old meddling with one of those large battery racks attached to the checkout aisle.

Suddenly the entire rack detached and slowly started to topple over onto the little girl.

I lunged forward and caught the rack. It was fully loaded. Must've weighed well over 100 lbs.

I sat the rack firmly on the ground. The little girl ran to her mother and started crying.

The lady finally looked at me with a dirty look.

I glanced around, noticed that not a single employee (there were not many around) or customer (there were not many around either) had even looked up.

But when I think what could've happened with a hundred lb. rack of batteries pinning a three year old to a concrete floor.........

At the very least, I think I saved the store that fired me from a massive lawsuit.

The only one I can think of off the top of my head was an incident when I was in college (about 19 yrs old). I was an assistant manager at a Jack in the Box. I was checking the dining room and I looked out the window (it wasn't dark yet but the sun was setting). In the parking lot, a guy and a woman were yelling at each other. I walked out there to see what was going on. They kind of settled down when I came out, but were still jawing at each other. I asked them to take it somewhere else. They both started walking away in separate directions. Then the guy picked up a piece of a 2x4 from a vacant lot and started walking toward the woman. I was about 30 feet away. I shouted and got his attention and made a motion like I was going to make a phone call. He dropped the 2x4, turned around, and walked away. I was kind of surprised he did that.

I once warned a girl I was about to come in her mouth.









No, that's a lie. I've never warned a girl that I was about to come in her mouth. But I'll usually grab her head and force it as far down as I can at the last second, so it doesn't hit her tastebuds.

That's kind of chivalrous, isn't it?

My mom says there's a lot of coloured people in Africa.

...and in the stupid shit category...

One time I was in a bar in Thunder Bay and this guy was hassling a girl. She'd told him to go away about four times and he kept grabbing her.

Well since I'd been kind of small as a kid (for that matter I think I was around 135-140 at the time) I've never really adjusted to being someone that can be intimidating. So I've always took the Ender's Game approach to confrontations.

I jumped the guy from behind and threw a sleeper choke on him.

The bouncers didn't kick me out, but they told me in the future I should just stay out of the way and let them handle things like that.

Chair across the back of the head achieves the same thing and works much faster.

Not so much from physical danger but I have comforted wimmins during times of emotional distress.