Category: Flirting/How We Met

God created the flirt as soon as he made the fool. – Victor Hugo

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Makes You Want To Ice Scream

| MB, Canada | Flirting/How We Met, Popular

(I work in a little, family-owned ice cream shop and, during this incident, I am working alone. While the shop owner is there with me, at this particular time he is just outside, chatting with some friends. It’s not uncommon for us to get bikers coming in. Though they look intimidating, they’re usually extremely lovely customers and I enjoy it when they come in. Two men ride up on motorcycles, both decked out in tattoos and leather. They’re a father-son duo, about 60 years old and 40, respectively. I greet them as they come in.)

Father: “Well, look at you, pretty in pink!

Me: “Thank you! Is there anything I can get for you or do you need some time to look at our selection?”

Father: Depends. Are you on the menu?

(I’m a 20-year-old girl, but I have a serious case of baby-face, so even with make-up on, I can barely pass for sixteen or seventeen.)

Me: “Uh… no.”

Son: “That’s a shame. I’d like to have you for dessert.”

(They order and, as I go to make their ice cream, they continue making extremely sexual comments about me. I don’t put any effort into hiding my discomfort, but they continue.)

Me: *handing them their ice cream AND trying to get them out of there as quickly as possible* “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

Son: “How old are you, sweetheart? Sixteen?”

Me: “No. Twenty, actually. Is there—“

Father: “Twenty? I never would’ve thought.”

Son: “Me, neither. I guess I don’t have to feel so bad about the things I was imagining doing with you.”

(Between the tone of voice, the hand gesture he makes, and the wink, there’s no mistaking what he means.)

Father: “Same.”

(I was too horrified to respond, and they left to eat their ice cream on the patio. They came in quite a few times, asking for everything from napkins to whether I could show them where our bathroom is (we don’t have one, fortunately) before they left. I wanted nothing more than to go for a long, hot shower to wash the memory of that encounter. One good thing that did come out of it, though, is that the store’s owner told me that if a customer ever treats me that way again, I’m allowed to refuse service!)

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Was Waiting For Prom

| CA, USA | Flirting/How We Met, Popular

(I am at the park where we have concerts every Friday. I am watching my nephew at the playground when they start to play a slow song and I see a middle school looking girl and boy sitting by the slide with their friends.)

Middle School Boy: “Ah. s***!”

Middle School Girl: “What?”

Middle School Boy: “I bet [Other Friend] that if a slow song played I would kiss you!”

(Queue all the friends laughing.)

Middle School Girl: *blushing* “Well, what are you waiting for?”

(That was five years ago. I recently was at the park and saw a familiar looking couple when a boy ran up and handed the other boy a sign that said [Middle School Girl], Prom?)

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Nah Gonna Happen

| CT, USA | Flirting/How We Met

(I commute to and from work on the local bus system. Unfortunately, the station nearest to my workplace is frequented by the kinds of guys who hit on you without taking no for an answer. Since I’m a reasonably attractive young woman, I’m often the target of their flirtations. To deflect these unwanted advances, I usually just respond to whatever they say with a simple “Nah.”)

Man: *wanders over to the bench I’m on and sits next to me as I wait for my bus* “Morning, how’s it going?”

(Sometimes people just want to start a friendly conversation, so I respond politely and with a smile.)

Me: “I’m doing well; how’re you?”

Man: “I’m good. I’m good. So, you waiting for your boyfriend?”

Me: *sighing internally* “Nah.”

Man: “Aw, a pretty girl like you is single?”

Me: “Nah.”

Man: “Oh, you got a boyfriend after all?”

Me: “Nah.”

Man: “Haha, okay. Cool. Cool. So, uh, tell me about yourself a bit.”

Me: “Nah.”

Man: *beginning to catch on* “Haha, is that all you’re gonna say to me?”

Me: “Nah.”

Man: “So I’m assuming that your response to me wanting to get your number will also be…”

Me: “Nah.”

Man: “All right, I can work with that.” *thinks for a while, then grins like he just thought of a checkmate move* “Say ‘nah’ if you’ll go on a date with me.”

Me: *without skipping a beat* “Not on your d*** life.”

(Luckily, the guy took it well and laughed it off before wishing me good luck and moving to sit on another bench.)

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