I had a gf of 2 years, and before we both went home for the summer (college) we decided to take a break. It was more of my choice than hers, but the fighting was pretty bad and I think a little time apart would do us good, however I made it very clear I wanted to only be with her.
Well come mid summer we start talking alot again and I try to see her, but she kinda seems like she has alot to do or something, so I brush it off and continue talking to her daily. I move back to the college town 3 weeks or so before school and keep talking to her, at this rate Im seeing her MAX once a week. Very Strange. I think somethings very weird but I cant really do much about it, and continue talking to her.
Well one night on the way back from a show I get a call from her cell at 4am, kinda weird....I answer and its a guy, he says:
"Hey man how are you? This is ____'s boyfriend. I hear you've been calling her and she's told you to stop. So please stop. AND IF YOU EVER CALL HER AGAIN...." bla bla. What an idiot.
Fast forward a week of drama then a almsot 2 months of not talking at all. She shows up at my door crying when me and my 2 roomates are home late one friday night. She runs in to me and starts rambling about incoherant BS. Meanwhile my drunk, southern, and very angry roomate sees someone leaning against his truck, immedately grabs a butcher knife and runs out there (luckily roomie #2 takes the knife before he gets outside).
Apparently it was her bf, who had threatened me tons of times but never has had any balls about any threats, hell, he wont even call me on his cell phone, always hers. As soon as I find this out, I run outside with her chasing me and see him with my 2 roomates in front of him scaring the **** out of him. I run in and get my shoes as fast as I can and run out there, but by that time they already are driving away as fast as they can.
The reason was probably that me and both my roomates are pretty huge, ones 5'6 195 solid, ones 6'1 205 national champion powerlifter and im 5'11 190 powerlifter. He apparently told them he was at the wrong house and was sorry for bothering them....what a fag.
Anyway, even though I inadvertantly averted a fight, I still wish everyday that I had run out there barefoot and knocked that SOB out, no one threatens me and comes to my house and calls me out.
Moral is if you put me in the situation, and the guy took it past the girl in the situation and made it personal between him and you, Id fight him 100%. I dunno about at a party necessarily, but if thats what it came to.....bring some buddies....