Well the Easter Egg hunt was almost a huge disaster, but I managed to claw things back to some extent.
I actually was having a good time at first. I've always been quite good with kids and I found it fun helping them find those easter eggs. Some of them were quite fiendishly hidden, and finding them taxed even me. I saw my girlfriend looking over at me and smiling many times. I wonder if she was imagining what it would be like if we had kids of our own.
But things got bad near the end of the day. There were a few eggs left over. I was hungry and asked one of the people in charge if I could eat one. They said "sure" then turned away. I started eating an egg that was lying by itself. NO ONE was near it and NO KIDS were still hunting at this point. But just after my third bite, a boy came over with his father. The boy was crying, which was bullshit as he was too old for that and I think he was just screwing his eyes up and there weren't any real tears. He said the egg was "his". In what way was it POSSIBLY his? I said "no, not this one" and started to walk away. His dad shouted at me.
"You stole that from me son!" he said. That was completely irrational. Even if it had bee his egg and he'd somehow left it alone (what boy would do that!?) I certainly didn't "steal" it.
"Not this one!" I said. I'm not sure why I kept saying "not this one" my mind kind of freezes up when I'm threatend like this. The dad was reasonably big and looked like the sort that's quick to anger.
"Why are you hanging around kids eat eggs?" he said. What was he implying!? "Just give us the fucking egg, okay?" Swearing in front of his son, what a good role model...NOT!
"Not this one!" I said. Then finally standing my ground I added "He's not going to want it now that I've ate part of it!" And it prove this point I took another big bite out of it.
"You're more childish than the fucking kids here!" said the dad. More swearing. I started to walk away. He grabbed at me. He hit me first.
I elbowed him in the ribs as he did. He moved behind and grabbed me around the neck in a choke. It was painful, I won't lie. He seemed to be trying to wrestle me to the ground. I was panicking. As he held me from behind in this choke, I tried to drop down into a Stone Cold Stunner. It actually can work in real fights, I've done it before. But he held tight. Even so, I did rattle his jaw a bit. I hope I'd broken a tooth. He threw me down to the ground, still holding me in the choke, with him landing on my back. Ironically I ended up landing on the egg, completely destroying it, so even if his son had still wanted to eat it after I'd bitten it and licked it he couldn't have it now! He finally let go.
My girlfriend ran over crying at this point and several other people. They helped me up, even though I could have gotten up by myself. I looked at the dad and noticed he had his mouth shut. He'd totally chipped his tooth and was covering it up, I thought to myself. This felt like a victory to me and I smiled. He almost lunged at me again. The organizers of the event came over. I said that guy should be kicked out and never be allowed near kids again. He started telling them his bullshit version of the story. Some believed him, but some believed me too I think and one guy even patted me on the back in a show of support.
Well, anyway, when we were alone, my girlfriend got angry at me. I was shocked. She should have been backing me up. She said I was "always" doing stuff like this. What the fuck? I've only been in a fight in front of her once before and she'd agreed at the time it was justified (it was on one of our college night outs, there was drinking involved.) She said I was immature. She said it was over between us. I was so hurt. I actually started crying. Real tears, not like that boy. I think it was the emotion of the whole day. My ribs were also hurting quite a lot from that man crashing down on top of me (and the egg.) At first she just looked at me but eventually she hugged me. I knew she'd been speaking rashly before when she said it was over. I told her not to worry and that we were still going out. She said she'd call me today, but just texted to say she's busy instead. Still, we haven't broken up, so there's still hope. I'm going to have to work extra hard now, to win back her trust AND to stop hear leaving the country. I only have a few weeks left. Playing it cool is over. It's war now.
