Gymrats & Stalkers: "I Was Assaulted In A Public Restroom" - Part 2

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[Lightning Strykez!]

Moderators Notes: 01/06/10 Thread merge containing "I Was Assaulted In A Public Restroom" and "I Got A Stalker For Christmas"

So...this experience actually took place a few weeks ago, but I'm posting about it now because a recent development has grown out of it--and it's actually positive. The details are a bit longwinded so bear with me...

Background: As many of you are aware, I am now officially a "single" bachelor again, so lately, I've been doing a lot of partying, traveling (both domestically and internationally), and social networking. Don't get me wrong: I am determined not to 'rebound' so I haven't been doing all of this in search of a new love interest. Rather, because I am such an extroverted person I draw power from being around people. You could say that loneliness is my personal Kryptonite. So here's what happened, and I'm editing some of it for content.

I had gone out to see a movie with some friends. All of us work out at the same gym on the regular. Inside the theater's lobby they have these self-serve stations where you can get condiments, butter your popcorn, dress hot dogs with toppings, etc. etc. My friends and I were getting our stuff and these two guys came by to put some extra butter on their popcorn. Both of these dudes were cut and obviously worked out at the gym. However, my gaydar was set off instantly when I saw them. They had the whole "Leather" look going on and in terms of gay class identification, they would fall under the "Bear" and "Daddy" category. One was younger, about 20-something, bald, with a lot of tats and piercings. The other one was probably somewhere in his late 50's with a goatee and glasses. Both were white.

The older "Daddy" was across the counter from me and he was staring at the dog tags I had around my neck (the top five or six buttons of my shirt were unbuttoned). He asked if I had served. I told him "No" and that they were a gift to me from the family of a dear friend of mine that died in the Gulf war years ago. He said they looked "hot" on me and I thanked him for the comps. He was clearly flirting but I thought it was harmless. So we went into the theater to watch the movie. The guy and his friend followed us into the same screening.

After the movie was over with we all came out to reconvene in the lobby (one of the guys in my group went to see a different movie all by himself). While we were waiting for him, I decided to go and use the restroom. The two guys that were eyeing me earlier decided to come into the restroom as well. The original "Daddy" guy that spoke to me at the condiment station was staring at me the whole time and I started to get a creepy feeling.

Unlike some men, I have a habit of always washing my hands even before taking a piss (because theaters are nasty and an obvious haven for germs and H1N1, etc.,). So while I was washing my hands at the sink, the guy came up to me again and started washing his hands too. Since we were both in front of the mirrors I couldn't help but look at him and vise versa now. His friend went into one of the stalls. Older Dude was definitely casing me because he licked his lips and complimented me again by saying that I had pretty skin. Then he asked if I was dating any of the guys that were with me. Creepy as f***. I ignored him and I simply said "Thanks" and to have a nice day. As I reached for the paper towel dispenser, he said, "Oh...you're one of those stuck-up pretty boy b***ches huh? I turned to him and said "Excuse me? F*** off dude."

So as Wonder Woman would say, here's where "the wisdom of Athena"--AKA my street smarts--left me. I went to the urinal to pee with my back to this guy. A stupid move. His friend came up next to me as if he was going to take a leak in the urinal next to mine. But instead, he looked over down at my penis and said to his friend that it was "as big as my attitude problem." Now keep in mind, I am mid-piss. Before I could even turn around, the daddy guy came up behind me and bashed my face into the tile wall in front of me. Obviously blood went gushing from my nose and my lip which got split from the impact. [blackout]And to think I always believed my nose was wide before this happened. [/blackout]

One of my friends came into the restroom at that moment (to do whatever) and his entrance blocked the exit of the two cats that tag-teamed me. His name is Jason. As soon as he saw my face, and the older guy's bloodied fist" he instantly knew what was going on and got in the mix. Jason is a cop, and even though he wasn't on duty, the boy has serrrious moves. He subdued the older gentlemen, while I tried to beat the crap out of the younger one. I was a bit delirious (sp?) so I seemed to ignore Jason's shouting to "stop". But truth is, my head was pounding and I couldn't hear him.

By then other guys had come into the restroom and there was a lot of commotion. A young teenage kid (probably 13 or 14) was obviously full of glee to see grown-ass men fist-fighting so he was screaming "fight! fight!" which caused a bit of a stampede. Two of the mall security guys came rushing in and they in term radioed in for official city cops. The whole time, Jason kept the guys subdued because he told them he was a cop. And my other friends had also come into the restroom and they were helping me hold it down. Once the cops came, Jason was able to fill them in on what happened. Jason wasn't in their precinct, but thankfully for me they knew him from being on the beat. It was all good. He worked it out to where I didn't get arrested (even though technically I should've been for retaliating).

The whole wrap-up took a long while to get statements, et al from all involved. The cops ended up taking the two jokers in.

Now, of all the guys that were in my group that night, I'd say that Jason was the one I knew least well. I have actually known who he was for a long time being that he was a cop and I was a firefighter. We often crossed paths in our professions. But aside from that and seeing him at the gym we weren't really all that close. But due to this situation, something very interesting has happened. This post is too long so I will post the follow-up shortly on what happened this past weekend.

 

[TheDreamMaster]

Alright, so I brought this up in another thread, and reading back through it even hit me with some of this former-Hype nostalgia going around. But it has been a year literally since the post, and maybe the people don't, but I want to know, whatever happened Lightning? You guys still friends? Did things ever move back towards where they were before? Did someone new ever come around?

Edit: Damn you Thread Manager!

 

[Marx]

...and here I thought LS had another interesting update for us!

 

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haha yeah, I was reading it like 'wtf, did he get beat up again?'

 

[Lightning Strykez!]

Alright, so I brought this up in another thread, and reading back through it even hit me with some of this former-Hype nostalgia going around. But it has been a year literally since the post, and maybe the people don't, but I want to know, whatever happened Lightning? You guys still friends? Did things ever move back towards where they were before? Did someone new ever come around?

...and here I thought LS had another interesting update for us!

LOL...actually I do. Even if it is 2 years later. I forgot all about this thread and had no idea it had gone on after I resigned from modding the Hype. I still get IMs and Facebook mgs about it. LOL But I do have some good news that came from this situation. Remember this guy?

But here's where it gets a little more interesting. Jason sent me a care package from his office. It wasn't flowers or anything like that, but rather a box of fresh fruit and cookies--all gift-wrapped and s***. And there was a card with it from him that said "Feel better Soon Caliph. Remember, good looks are only skin deep".

Which brings us to Saturday night. We pumped the weights out at the gym and had a really good workout. I must say this: Dude is ripped beyond belief and he really challenged/pushed me to my own limits. So after the burn, we hung out in the sweatroom and as we were sitting there he started talking about politics. He was really interested in discussing Barack Obama and the fact that he thought he was an epic fail. We talked about racism and how he always envisioned himself dating outside his race one day (he's white, brown-haired with green eyes). But THEN he brought up the gay bills that were failed recently, etc. What's interesting is that he dwelled on the gay situation for quite a while--longer than the other subject matter. We were in there for like...an hour in conversation, so I indulged him. I had to get going so as I stood up to hit the shower he reassured me that he wasn't gay. In fact, he wanted to make sure I knew he was "just interested in equality for all people." So I said, Okay, well so am I. I shrugged and hit the showers. He followed me in.

At that point, for some reason, it was very awkward and the vibe between us was weird. Jason doesn't know my business or my situation (none of the guys I was with that night do either, and as far as I know they are all STR8 also), but he kept staring at me. Definitely not in a lustful or flirtatious way, but I showered with my backside facing him and whenever I turned I caught his eyes and then he would quickly look away. Although he commended me on my physique and efforts out in the gym while we were working out, he didn't say s*** about me.

So as we're walking back to our cars, he said that we should consider becoming workout partners, and I was like, "aiight, cool man, let's do this." And then he dropped the bomb: He asked, "Maybe we can get dinner sometime or catch Avatar when it comes out man."

Well....


I ended up marrying dude.