Well - not quite half my age, but certainly a solid 10 years my junior.
He looked about 19 - I'm 31.
I could have also lifted him up with one hand.
But - I was at the discotheque, and he kept sneaking up behind me and dancing stupidly:
Not entirely dissimilar to what you see here.
Obviously - a joke - at my expense.
So, initially - I told him, you know - beat it.
As soon as I turned my back again, he continued his self righteous tirade - so I pushed him by his throat.
Good hard shove around the neck.
He fell back on his heels.
It's like - he obviously felt, being so small, he could continue his satirical charade with impunity; had never considered the possibility of negative consequence - so it appeared his brain short circuited slightly.
He basically ran off like a little bitch.
Exactly, like a little bitch.
I assume he went crying to a security guard or some shit - but I didn't hear anything - although one of them was eyeballing the fuck out of me later.
Thing is - I know I have to be on my best behavior in nightclubs cause - I'm a big motherfucker, and oftentimes quite a bit older than the college students I'm partying with/girls I'm creeping on etc.
I attend the same two or three nightclubs mostly, and the security is very familiar with me - I don't want to get a bad reputation - but this was entirely reflexive.
I didn't want to throat punch the little dude - but I couldn't in good conscience allow that travesty against, and compromise of, what it means to be a man - go unseen to.
Later on in the night he I saw him in a corner - stood there - basically staring at me with - I guess bemusement at that which had compromised what he felt was his inherent right; being a small dude, getting away with ragging on a guy twice his size, cause of his size.
Anyways - I must say it felt fairly excellent - watching him stagger back in horror upon his airway being temporarily disrupted.
