Story Sent in by Melinda:
Tim and I met on a dating site and had been going out together for nearly two months. Cindy, a local friend who I hadn't seen in a while, messaged me to ask if I wanted to hang out with her and meet her new boyfriend, coincidentally also named Tim. I suggested making it a double date.
We all met up in front of a sidewalk cafe. I embraced Cindy and introduced my Tim to her and other Tim (who I'll henceforth call Timothy). Tim nodded a hello to Cindy, then shook hands with Timothy.
Tim asked, "Your name is also Tim?"
Timothy joked, "I know, right? What are we going to do?"
Tim jumped into fighter's stance. "There can be only one!" he yelled, then pounced on Timothy, knocking him to the ground and nearly hitting the poor guy's head against a hydrant.
Tim pummeled at Timothy with his fists as Cindy screamed and I tried to pull Tim off. Timothy, however, had a few tricks of his own, and in seconds, he was on top of Tim, hitting his head repeatedly against the pavement. "Are you done?" Timothy shouted, "Are you done?"
Cindy and I were screaming at both of them to stop it. Timothy stood and brushed himself off. Tim leaped from the ground at Timothy's legs, I guess to try and take him down again, but Timothy landed a few kicks, and it was over. Tim was on his back on the ground, groaning.
Timothy said to Cindy, "I don't know about you, but I'm leaving." He turned and left, with Cindy at his heels.
I helped Tim up. He asked me, "Where does he live? I'll kill him in his sleep, I swear."
Tim was banged up, but he'd be fine. I asked him why he attacked Timothy, and Tim replied, "He started it."
Timothy, in truth, had done nothing of the sort. For the rest of our short time together that day, Tim made plan after plan (out loud) about how he was going to ruin Timothy.
Our relationship didn't last much longer.