Witchy Woman

I have been getting a well-deserved reputation for scaring away creeps that have wandered into my group of friends.

1. One man smacked my arse as I was walking by, someone with whom I have never even had a conversation. With one glare and a sharp reprimand, I ensured that he never came back. The fact that he had, had previous transgressions with others did not endear him any.
   
2. An older "gentleman" essentially stalked me before getting the hint that his constant attentions were unwelcome. Also never returned.
3. A man did not get the hint that staring at my chest was unwelcome attention. And he assumed that he was safely out of my reach (arm's length). Now for me, that is throwing down the gauntlet. I kicked him in the sternum, really no more than a tap with the top of my foot. The shock on his face was priceless, especially as one regular in our group pointed out that our female friends, no matter how unassuming we appear, can actually stand up for ourselves.

Now I am short, overweight, knit, dress in skirts and look like the mild-mannered office wench that I am. Pretty unintimidating if judging solely on appearances. My friends know that I have taken martial arts, and currently doing kickboxing a couple times a week. Also, I have rightfully earned the nickname "Brendar the Barbarian."
This irritates me because these assumptions are often based on my weight. For example, when I told my father about incident number three while visiting for the holidays, he scoffed and denied that I was capable of such an athletic feat. I tapped his sternum with the top of my foot, while wearing a skirt and despite his attempts at defense. Then again, I should know better than to be surprised at his response.
Sure I knit, but that makes me even more dangerous as opposed to less. After all, you have two eyes. I have two needles. Men must just be really bad at math.
I suppose I should just relax and follow my kickboxing coach's advice and use people's underestimations of me to the best advantage.