We met in a city about half way between our 2 homes, worked out together at a gym, and went to the river afterwards, to check on his dad's boat.
I felt a little "light headed" all day already, so I decided NOT to get on the boat when we made it to the ramp, but staying behind, enjoying the sunshine for a little, and sipping a long overdue coffee. So that's what I did.
Usually this is a very busy spot. It's a pretty nice and good neighborhood. I never felt unsafe around there. But yesterday, it was quiet. No other people. No cars. It was weird.
About 10-15 minutes after my friend took off, a guy walked up to me. About my age, maybe older. Around 40. Maybe. Skinny - probably a meth head, cause his face looked like it, and the missing teeth just made this picture complete.
I've told him politely to leave me alone. Several times. Then he reached for my arm. That made me jump.
He tried to grab me. Telling me to shut up and not making a fuss. He touched me, and that's when I lost it.
All of a sudden every move my old kickboxing coach showed me during our self defense classes popped back up on my mind. I don't know how, but after a few moves I was finally able to grab his arm, bend it, and ended up having him on the ground. I started kicking and kicking, still screaming and yelling, trying to get someone to help. But either no one was around, or no one felt like helping.
It was... bloody. At one point he got back on his feet and just ran off. That's when I grabbed my phone and called the police.
2 cops arrived about 20 minutes later. Yes, 20 minutes. I really don't want to go too much into detail, since I don't feel like giving even more people another reason to hate cops. Long story short: They asked a few questions, took a blood sample from the mess on my shoes and clothes, and since "He didn't really harm" me, they put me back in my car to drive the 60 miles back home.
Thinking about it now - I was FAR from good to drive. I was confused, and shaking. My friend finally made it back to the ramp... and I didn't really know how to tell the whole story. I felt nasty, not only becaue of the blood on my clothes.
I changed back into my sweaty gym clothes, and got rid of my other clothes, and my $150 Mizuno running shoes right there and then.
Then I drove back home.
I think my friend was confused, too. I mean he leaves me there, gets back to a bloody mess and a friend crying and... I don't know. He wasn't a big help though.
And neither was the police.
Back home, I took 3 showers. Changed clothes several times. Rubbed Purell all over me. Took another shower... Then I tried to sleep.. But as soon as I closed my eyes, the pictures started popping up. Bloody pictures. Pictures of his face...
Around midnight I decided to text one of my friends, who's a police officer. I thought maybe he has a cure for this, since he has to deal with ugly pictures a lot. But he didn't.
But writing it down, and talking to him on the phone for a few minutes helped already. I calmed down a little, and eventually fell asleep.
First thing I did today was sending my old kickboxing coach in Germany a message. Telling him thank you for teaching me.