I personally don’t have any illusions about what would happen if a guy were in a knock-down drag-out fight with me. (Or, well, frankly, anyone. Not just guys.) I’m legally blind without my glasses, so anyone with any brains would take those away from me first-- knock them off, whatever. When my glasses are unavailable, I can’t see to get away at any speed, so it becomes a fight to the finish. Anyone interested in starting a fight of that sort with me isn’t likely to let me win out of some sort of chivalry, or even give up, so the foregone conclusion in a weaponless fight is that they win.
The best I can hope for in that situation is to make them REALLY freaking sorry afterward. I’m going down, I might as well take their eyes with me. (I’m not sure if that’s what other women mean by “I’d go psycho,” but it might be a thought. Are they in a condition where they know they wouldn’t win?)
Of course, the more cheerful alternative to that situation is never to find myself alone and weaponless. I’d like to have the luxury of disabling someone and escaping, but given no choice, I’ll defend my life as best I can.
Geez, how depressing.
Corr