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    Major Problem Over A Minor

    | Canada | Fights/Breakups, Flirting/How We Met, Theme Of The Month

    (At the time, I’m 13, but I look older, and my dad and I are going to a bar to get my brother, who works there. My brother is just finishing up when a customer, who apparently is also a regular, stops to make conversation.)

    Customer: “I gotta tell you guys, [Brother] is the best waiter I’ve ever had. He’s kind, gets the right orders…” *notices me* “…and has a really hot sister, too!”

    Dad: “Don’t talk to my daughter like that!”

    Customer: “Oh, come on. She’s old enough to make her own decisions!” *to me* “So how about it?”

    (At this point, my brother gets off work, notices what’s happening and comes over.)

    Brother: “No, no, no! Not my sister!”

    Customer: “Oh come on, she’s old enough to make her own decisions!” *to me* “Well, wanna ditch these guys? I’ll buy you a drink.”

    Me: “Okay, I have had enough! First of all, I am 13! The fact that you are attracted to me, a minor, is more than a little terrifying, and you offered to buy me alcohol! That is so wrong! And furthermore, if you call me hot one more time…”

    Brother: “I will send the owner out! He is a friend of the family, you know.”

    Customer: “Wow, I wouldn’t have asked you out if I knew you were such a b****!”

    The Process Of Elimination

    | UK | Flirting/How We Met

    (I am on the autism spectrum and my mind works in a very logical and analytical way. I’m having a quiet drink with a female friend (I’m also female) and a man is starting to bother us, staring in a creepy way and making lewd gestures. When I go to the bar he comes up to me.)

    Man: “All right, sexy! Where’s your boyfriend?”

    Me: “Well, that’s three assumptions you’ve made about me: that I’m heterosexual, that I have a boyfriend, and that I’m somehow not allowed to be out without a man. You know, only one of those is correct!”

    Man: “Which one’s correct, then?”

    Me: “Well, if you used your brain you’d realise that if the third statement is true then the first two must be, and if the second one is true then the first one must be. So it must be the first one, yes?”

    Man: “What, so you’re telling me a lovely lady like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?”

    Me: “That’s right.”

    Man: “Why not?”

    Me: “Is it compulsory for every woman to have a boyfriend?”

    Man: “Well, no, but why don’t you?”

    Me: “Perhaps I don’t want one?”

    Man: “Why don’t you want one?”

    Me: “Er… maybe because I’m married?”

    Man: *he looks at my wedding ring and actually jumps backwards* “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SO BEFORE?!”

    Me: “Actually, you never asked. Nor did you ask if I were interested in you, which I’m clearly not. Now I’d appreciate it if you left me and my friend alone because we’re not interested and not because you think we ‘belong’ to another man!”

    Man: “That’s fine by me. You’re both ugly, anyway!”

    (That would explain why he called me ‘sexy’!)


    | Redlands, CA, USA | Flirting/How We Met, Top

    (I live in a wealthy beach community where the guys can be pretty full of themselves. I’m at a bar about 60 miles inland with my sister and a friend when a group of guys they know comes in. My sister introduces me to one guy.)

    Me: *shaking hands* “Hi, I’m [My Name].”

    Him: “Hi, I’m the cockiest ‘s.o.b.’ you’ll ever meet.”

    (He delivers this line with a broad wink, and I can tell he thinks it’s very charming. All the women and his friends at the table laugh.)

    Me: “Well, I live in Newport Beach, and you’re not even the cockiest ‘s.o.b.’ I’ve met so far THIS WEEK.”

    (His face completely fell and his friends start teasing him about being burned. Needless to say, he didn’t speak to me again after that.)

    Not Trying To Dance Around The Issue

    | Grande Prairie, AB, Canada |

    (I’m at the bar with one of my girl friends. We are sitting at a booth, waiting for the rest of our group to arrive. There has been a guy a few tables down eyeing us up and after a while he approaches.)

    Man: *sitting next to me in my booth and trying to put his arm around me* “Hey, wanna dance?”

    Me: “No, thank you. We’re just waiting for some friends to arrive right now. And I’m not much of a dancer.”

    Man: *suddenly angry* “All you f****** women are like this! All I want is a dance with you and you just shoot me down! I’m a nice guy! I deserve a chance!”

    Me: *taken aback* “Uh, well sorry. Like I said, I’m waiting for some more friends to arrive and I don’t dance. It really wasn’t anything to do with you.”

    Man: “If you’re going to f****** lie and make up f****** excuses you could at least make them believable!”

    (As if on cue, at this point the rest of the group shows up. As he’s taking up a couple seats in the booth, a couple of my friends are waiting for him to leave before they can sit down.)

    Me: “Look, my friends are here. Can you please leave me alone now and get out of our booth so they can sit down?”

    Man: “Oh… Well, I guess you weren’t being a lying b****. Can I buy you a drink?”

    Friends: “Get lost, buddy!”

    A Jerk Reaction

    | USA | Flirting/How We Met

    (I’m out with a friend who has zero patience with men who won’t listen when you say you aren’t interested, and even less patience with pick-up artists. We’re at the bar having a conversation, and the guy to her right starts trying to chat her up. She keeps looking at me and completely ignoring him until this happens.)

    Guy: “HEY!” *grabbing her wrist* “I’m TALKING to you!”

    Friend: “And a person with half a brain figures out that somebody who ignores them doesn’t want to talk to them. And don’t touch me.” *pulls her wrist away*

    Guy: *suddenly sly, with a very smooth tone* “Well, all I wanted was your attention, baby girl.” *tries to put his arm around her shoulders*

    Friend: “If you put your hands on me after I just told you not to touch me, we’re going to have a problem, kid.”

    Guy: *indignant* “All I want is your number! Is that too much to ask?!”

    Friend: “Yes.”

    Guy: “I’m not going to stop until you give it to me.”

    (She rolls her eyes, and grabs a napkin and a pen, pulling out her phone. She looks up a number that she has listed under “Mine”, and hands it to him.)

    Guy: “Why’d you have to loo—”

    Friend: “It’s a new number, so I saved it in the phone. Now, go away.”

    Guy: “Not until you promise to answer the phone when I call you.”

    Friend: “Oops, sorry that wasn’t part of the deal. You only asked for the number.”

    (He gets thrown out a few minutes later for picking a fight with another guy when he tried to hit on the guy’s sister. Then this happens.)

    Me: “That wasn’t your number that you wrote on that napkin.”

    Friend: *setting down her drink* “I know.”

    Me: “So, what was it?”

    Friend: *grinning* “The rejection hotline.”

    (She explained that she kept it stored under “mine” in her phone for just these circumstances – guys who won’t take no for an answer. We ran into that same guy a few weeks later who was furious that she’d given him the rejection hotline number. She pointed out that he had been harassing her when she’d pretty clearly been uninterested.)

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