I (22F) went to a club this weekend with my husband (22M) and 2 of his friends. The club we were at is pretty big. It has a large dance floor, 6 pool tables, 3 lanes for corn hole, 2 sections with tables, 2 large circle bars and 1 smaller bar that only serves beer. We were there this last Saturday night, so it was really busy, and I get a little anxious in crowds, so my husband held my hand everywhere we walked so that we didn’t get separated.

After sitting down for a drink, we went to the dance floor. My husband and I danced around with his friends for a little bit and a song came on that the bar had a line dance to. I didn’t know the dance, but my husband and his friends did, so I stepped off the dance floor and watched from the side while they danced. Not even a minute into standing there, a man started approaching me. I don’t really like talking to people I don’t know, let alone men, so when I saw this 6’7” behemoth heading my way, I simply walked somewhere else and continued watching my husband and his friends.

A while later his friends split up from us because their tinder dates had arrived, so we went over to play a few games of corn hole. After a game, my husband realized he had his friend’s vape in his pocket, so he ran the vape over to his friend while I set up for another game. When my husband stepped away, the same man walked over to me and asked if I wanted to play a game with him. I said that I had just finished playing, put the bean bags down on the board, and walked back over to my husband.

Later, my husband and I were dancing together again and a slow song came on. While we were slow dancing together, I saw the man out of the corner of my eye. He was standing just off the dance floor watching us. I mentioned that he kept approaching me and was watching us now to my husband, and he told me not worry about it. That he was just some desperate middle aged man, but if he bothered me again, he would say something. My husband and I wound up back at our table. I wasn’t drunk, but I had enough drinks to start feeling tipsy, so my husband went to the bar to grab me a water. As soon as he got up, the same man approached again. He tried to sit down, but I told him the seat was taken. He said “so is that guy your brother or what?” I didn’t look up at him, and just said “my husband.” He asked if I was serious and I didn’t respond. He then said “well, I don’t think he’d mind if I borrowed you for a sec.” And reached out to touch my hand. I pulled my hand away and glared up at him and said “even if he was fine with it, I’m not fine with smelling your sweaty back rolls. Go away.” The man looked offended, but scoffed and walked away.

When my husband came back, he had his friends with him. He said they were just saying bye to their dates and he waited by the door to show them where our table was. They sat down and I told them about the man and what he’d said. When the guy walked past again, my husband stood up and walked over to him. He (completely sober because he was the DD) said to the man “Hey dude, stop bothering my wife. You know she’s here with me and you made her uncomfortable.” The man told my husband “Whatever. She’s a bitch anyway.” My husband told him that it wasn’t a good idea to talk about people’s wives that way, and the man said “don’t waste your time defending an ugly cunt.” And my husband punched him. The guy swung to hit my husband back, and one of my husband’s friends (definitely drunk) ran up and punched the guy too. A bar tender asked us to leave, so we did.

Obviously, the man thinks I’m an asshole. But I’m also hearing that I’m the asshole from one of the girls that met my husband’s friend there. Husband’s friend told her the story, and she said that I definitely was bitchy. That I should’ve just walked away like I did the other two times, and that I’d practically started the fight by telling my husband when it wasn’t really a big deal in the first place. I however, did think it was a big deal. It was very clear that my husband and I were there together. He held my hand wherever we walked, we played games together, danced together, and the man even watched us slow dance together. Maybe I’d gone too far in my wording, but it was clear that walking away was not sending the message that I wasn’t interested, and it really pissed me off that he completely disregarded that I said he was my husband and then tried to touch me. So, am I really the asshole here?