I actually feel guilt about this but post it here with the hope of getting some opinions. When I was newly married, my bride suggested we go to one of her favorite restaurants. They serve Northern Italian food (some rice and less pasta) which she likes a lot.

From the first time we were there, we ran into her old boyfriend, a fellow built like The Hulk only not green. At first he started kidding her about their past then he got bolder as we both ignored him. After a few more experiences, I offered to take her to another place. Two weeks later, he showed up there as well and began his haranguing from the next table with obscene remarks such as, "I wanna fuck you again, real bad. honey."

I'm not The Hulk but after a while I had my fill. I took her back to the original place only this time I put on my USMC issue Belleville 550s with the steel toe. He was there, waiting for us. After a few comments I said, "Let's take it outside" and he looked at me (I'm only 5'11) as if I was nuts, and laughed. We went outside and off to the front next place, a shop now closed. Getting close enough, I delivered a solid kick in his balls and he fell down with a giant scream.

Kneeling next to him on the ground, I said, "If I even see you in this restaurant again I will gut you, take your body out of town and bury it with a marker, "One less asshole."

Inside, my wife looked at me, puzzled as I sat down. She asked, "What happened?" I answered. "I think we found some common ground." We never saw him again. I always felt that inside every bully is a true coward.