My Battle of Wits with Beautiful Women

One night, on the last bus home, I met a beautiful woman who suffered from a pathological hatred of men. And so my battle with her began… When she walks outside, I have to clear a path for her… When she eats out, I have to clear the place for her… When she beats someone up, I have to fight alongside her… My life is already a complete disaster. What other disasters could I possibly be afraid of?