One of my greatest regrets is I stopped a fight between my wife (then gf) and ex gf on my 21st birthday from happening. As much as it was my greatest fantasy, wife was definitely not dressed for a fight and I didn't want her humiliated or worse hurt in a fight over me. Of course they were very even so wife very well may have won, but I didn't want to chance it. Perhaps if I has more than 60 seconds to figure it out I would have figured out a way. Dammit.
So, tell us what happened that led up to the almost fight? I for one would love to hear about it.
Kind of a long story, but the short version was the ex and I dated on and off for 2 years before I met the wife. I had the delusion that I could still be friends with the ex as she had many other guys (I learned after we dated many while we were dating) so what would she need with one more guy. Well I was wrong. For some reason she started trying to get together with me again. Well I had been there already and there were many reasons the ex was the ex. So it is my Birthday. GF/Wife and I had been dating pretty seriously 8-10 months or so? She had very big plans for the night. I was running late because guards ran long. I called the GF to let her know and could tell she was pissed. 3 minutes later there is a knock at my dorm room door. I figure it is the GF, of course so I answer the door shirtless. It is the Ex. Crap. Gives me a big hug and says she was just in the neighborhood and wanted to pop in to wish me a happy Birthday. Plus she has a card for me. I pretty quickly realize the ex is not here to give me a birthday Card. She was a tomboy, but tonight she is really dressed up for her. Tight Sweater, Fancy Jeans, Fancy Shoes, Rabbit Fur coat, even perfume. I am 99% sure she was planning a birthday booty call. Well I am having none of it. I throw my shirt on, tie, suit jacket and hustler her out the door into the hallway... and run right into my GF and her roommate who is carrying her camera. Planning to get pictures of us all dolled up before our big date. My GF was gorgeous and dressed to kill. Black Strapless cocktail dress and heels. Hair and Makeup perfect. My GF didn't say a word. I Swear she asked me telepathically in my head "Are you late for our BIG DATE, because you slept with this WHORE?" I of course do not have the ability to communicate telepathically so I just shook my head "no". And my wife KNEW without another word I was telling the truth and her gaze turned to the Ex.
They had known each other casually before I started dating my gf and I would say were sort of strange friends for the first several months. Of course my GF was aware that the ex was trying to get back together with me. I kind of expected her to shout at the ex, but instead they started this strange friendly banter, but filled with hidden barbs. For example GF tells ex something like "Wow, I have never seen you so dressed up! Big Plans for the night?" implying the ex rarely dressed to impress plus whatever plans she might have were NOT going to happen. Ex replies with something "No, just wanted to wish Jack a happy Birthday. You look amazing. Have you lost weight?" Acknowledging that she was here to steal me back plus implying the GF had weight to loose. Back and forth they went. GF was really tense but smiling her hands alternating between fists and claws as she got closer and closer to the ex. Ex was really relaxed, smiling.
My mind is racing. Here I am, 21st Birthday, about to have my lifelong fantasy come true: I am going to get to watch two beautiful women fight. I no longer believe they were actually going to fight over me. The Ex was pissed the GF had ruined her booty call and the GF was pissed that the Ex had spoiled her perfectly planned evening. But who cares why they are going to fight... THEY ARE GOING TO FIGHT!!! But as I am thinking about this it hits me. They are about to fight in the main hallway of a men's dorm. About 10 seconds after the fight starts, the hall will flood with cheering young me. And there is no way my GF's strapless cocktail dress is going to contain her breasts for 30 seconds of a brawl. Win, loose, or draw my GF will be humiliated. I could almost hear the cat calls in the cafeteria. And for what? So I can have my lifelong fantasy fulfilled? How selfish am I? I guess not quite that selfish. They are now maybe 18 inches apart, within striking range and I know they are both about to strike. I say "Well it was nice to see you, but we are late for our big date" and I reach between them, firmly grab the wife's opposite wrist, spin her around and damn near drag her down the hallway leaving the ex and my GF's good friend/roommate. I didn't stop until we got to the parking lot. GF was furious with me. She really wanted to fight and I wrecked it. But I calmed her down and we ended up having an amazing evening. I did catch hell from the roommate as well. She really wanted to see my GF "Teach that bitch a lesson. She was practically begging to fight."
So that's the readers digest version... imagine if I told the WHOLE story. lol
