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Doesn't really play out too well if it's a girl.
The shitstorm that followed that little interlude will stay with me for a long time.
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I've fought girls a few times in my life. My grandpa, who was my father figure, was all about chivalry and treating women with the utmost respect. But when I was in third grade, a fourth grade girl named Casey Minks started picking on me. I told my teacher and mom about it, and they just chuckled and said that she had a crush on me, and I should try spending time with her. Of course being in the third grade I really had no romantic interest in girls, so the idea grossed me out. When I saw her, I'd run. She'd chase. Being small and wiry, I could haul ass. Eventually she'd always corner me. At first she'd just do something like shove me down and laugh, but it escalated.
She eventually took to beating the snot out of me. Seriously. I came home with a black eye and ripped jeans, and my grandpa asked me how big the other boy had been [remember, I was always under height and weight for my age], and when I told him it was a girl, he asked if I hit her back. I told him that I hadn't, because he had told me it was never okay. He told me he was proud of taking a licking and to try to run faster or give her flowers next time.
Well, she made me eat the flowers. And bloodied my nose. This went on for weeks. Finally, I don't know who got more tired of it, me or my grandpa, but I remember him telling me, "She doesn't like you. She's doing this because she's mean, you're small, and she's getting away with it. Hit her back."
So I did. I only hit her a couple of times, but that was enough. She left me alone.
My grandpa then told me that while a man should never strike a woman out of anger, there are certain situations in which a man simply must defend himself. He explained the difference between a warranted and unwarranted ass kicking being delivered by a woman, and when to simply lie down and take it.
Years later in my last year of high school a friend had a monthly party/kegger at his house. At some point we started a fight club of sorts in which the participants would put on boxing gloves and duke it out in the back yard to settle any grievances that they didn't want to handle on campus to avoid suspension/legal consequences. Anyway, one night I squared off with this miserable prick who had been irritating me for months. He initiated the fight, but I trounced him. After the fight when the gloves were off he kept running his mouth, which was against league rules, so I slapped him and escorted him out of the party. When I got back in, his girlfriend attacked me. Badly. She tried to hit me with an empty vodka bottle but missed my head and broke it on my shoulder. I still have the scar. She then clawed my face and tried to fish-hook me. So I slapped the piss out of her, put her in a full nelson, and tossed her mangy ass out of the front door. Not my best moment.
The other broad was just some crazy coked out skank my friend was banging. I made an off-handed comment that offended her way more than it should/than I intended, and she threw a plate at me. I ducked, it hit the wall and broke. She came at me, picked up one of the pieces and started slashing at me/the air. Grazed my forehead and cut me from my hairline down into my eyebrow. No slaps that time, I just punched her in the face. Crazy bitch could have stabbed me in the neck, and turning my back on her to run didn't seem like the smartest thing to do.
Oh, the company I've kept.
Because I've been a big big pussy over the years, I did nothing to defend myself, which I regret oh so much.