Saying you're not a pussy doesn't always make it true.

You almost did it, man. You stood your ground, you talked shit to this guy, and he almost walked away. Victory was so close you could taste it. I bet you were already thinking about those two chicks being all over your cock once they saw what a big man you were. But then you had to go and stick your hand in his personal space and tell him to get the fuck out of your face one time too many. That was a mistake. I bet standing with your hands in your pockets, talking tough, and acting like you're not afraid of anything works great in the frat house with all the other pussies. But you misjudged your opponent. This wasn't some prissy little college boy. This dude was a drunk, townie scumbag. And everybody knows that drunk, townie scumbags live by a different code. They don't talk things out, they knock your fucking teeth down your throat, then tell you they didn't even want to fight.