OP, I’ll share a story of something similar that happened to me a long time ago (1990’s). Kind of long, but really entertaining and a good read. Grab a beer…
I was dating this girl, “Feather” for about 3 years. It was a tumultuous relationship, lots of fighting, drama, cheating, off and on—you get the picture. BUT, we did connect well and seemed to have this really strong emotional bond during our good periods which were probably 80% of the time, hence the LTR.
We met and both worked at Sears. After about 3 years of dating, this new manager about our age, “Kirk” starts working at the store. He just moved to our city from Michigan. Good looking guy, slight build, looked a lot like Campbell Scott (Google) in his younger days.
Feather starts dropping his name in our conversations to the point of where it became quite noticeable. A few weeks later, we go to see a movie called Dying Young in which Campbell Scott plays the lead. It’s about a guy who’s dying of cancer and needs a live-in nurse. He hires Julia Roberts, they fall in love, he quits his chemo, feels better, grows hair again, etc., etc., but ends up dying tragically. Real tear-jerker for chicks. Anyway, walking out of the theatre, Feather, who is full-on crying from the movie, says “That guy (Campbell Scott) looked so much like Kirk!” I was kind of stunned, but didn’t say anything.
A few weeks later, Feather and I decide to hit the town separately with our respective group of friends. Our plan, as usual, was to go out and then rendezvous back at my place after bar. Common thing for us.
As I’m out with a few of the boys, we run into Feather with her girl tribe but she’s talking to Kirk. I say hi, something c*ocky, and joking tell Kirk to behave or I’ll knock him out. He laughs and says, “Oh, I don’t know…you’d better keep an eye on me…” I chuckle and me and my gang move on.
I get back to my place at maybe 2:30 AM after bar and no Feather. I wait until 3:30 AM, and no Feather. I call my friend Jim who was out with us and is also friends with Kirk, but much more loyal to me. I tell Jim I think Feather is with Kirk. I tell Jim I’m going to drive over and pick him up and he’s going to show me where Kirk lives. He agrees.
Now about 4:00 AM, I pick up Jim, we navigate to Kirk’s apartment, and sure as s*hit, there is Feather’s car in the lot. I tell Jim to come inside and show me which apartment is Kirk’s. We go inside, Jim’s walking briskly ahead of me, he walks by a door, points, and keeps walking to the end of the hall and stops.
I knock on the door, putting my thumb over the door peephole so he can’t see out. Kirk opens the door and I see Feather on the couch (fully clothed). I kick the door open. Feather screams and runs and locks herself in the bathroom. Kirk’s eyes are plate-sized in surprise.
I take one step in and nail Kirk with a straight left and he falls into the couch and breaks the lamp. He stumbles up, I let him stand, and nail him with a right hook and he goes down into the couch again. I start dancing on my toes like Evander Holyfield (my hero at the time), enraged, fists up, daring him to stand up. I step back and motion for him to come at me. He stays on the couch starting at me like a frightened animal.
I turn to the bathroom door where Feather was, pound on it, and say, “Get out here you f*cuking *****!” She’s hysterically crying in there. I pause for a moment, look at Kirk, and walk out of the apartment. Jim is still at the end of the hall, huge eyes too. I put my arms above my head and start walking and loudly yelling, “I’m the best, I’m the best!!” ala Clubber Lang in Rocky III, LOL.
Jim yells, “Dude, let’s get out of here before the cops come!” We leave.
The Aftermath:
Feather’s mom calls me the next morning, yelling at me telling me what a jerk I was for breaking up with her daughter. I calmly ask her mom if Feather told her why. Mom says no. I told mom the story from last night. Mom: (long silence) “Oh…………..ok.” Hmm, slight little detail Feather happen to leave out, lol.
Kirk quit Sears a week later and moved back to Michigan, never to be seen or heard from again.
No ramifications from Sears or the cops.
Feather and I got back together (I know…). We lasted another 1.5 years and then broke up for good when she found a condom in my jean’s pocket after a night out, lol.
To this day, I tell the story and men and women laugh their ass off about how I caught a cheating girlfriend and busted into a guy’s apartment and beat him up in his own house.
To this day, I do regard it as one of the coolest things I’ve ever done.
