Category: Flirting/How We Met

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


Not Even Em-bra-rrassed To Say It

| Baltimore, MD, USA | Flirting/How We Met

(I’m a 22-year-old female and hostess at a bar/restaurant in my town and am used to dealing with both ignorant and creepy customers on a daily basis. An average man in his late 50s is leaving the bar and stops where I’m standing on his way out.)

Customer: “You know what tomorrow is, right?”

Me: “Um, Wednesday?”

Customer: “It’s National No Bra Day.”

Me: “Oh. Yeah, I think I heard about that on [Popular Social Media Site].”

Customer: “So, are you working tomorrow?”

Me: “No, I have the day off tomorrow.”

Customer: “Too bad. I would’ve come in just to see that.”

(He stared down at my chest and winked creepily before leaving while I stood there speechless.)


Beginning To See The Reason For The Breakup

| USA | Flirting/How We Met, Popular

(I’m a 19 year old female, working alone. A male comes in, and ask to use the bathroom. I give him the keys and he looks up at me. His expression lights up like he’s seen an angel and he can’t take his eyes off of me. I’m nervous, because it’s three am and he’s much older than me, probably in his 50s.)

Man: “I’m going to to the bathroom, but I’ll be coming back to see YOU!” *points at me and runs off*

Me: “Oh… kay….”

(I hide out in the back room. After a short time, I see him rush back out, looking around. Another customer comes in needing help, so I have to come out again. Once the other customer leaves, the older man grins, excited.)

Man: “There you ARE! I was looking! For you! Where were you?!”

Me: “Oh. I was in the back. Is there, um, anything—”

Man: “I’ve had a terrible night. My girl broke up with me and…”

(He tells me about this awful breakup, and that his now ex stole his stuff, all he wanted was a good girl, and that “maybe” I could be her, and how women were terrible for breaking up with him. He was babbling away and I was nodding, hoping he’d go away. Finally he stops and looks at me with that lit up expression again.)

Man: “How old are you?”

Me: “19.”

Man: “Oh… well, it’s okay. I’m too old. You’re an angel, you know that? I saw an angel today, and that’s you. Thank you for listening. Bye, angel.”

Me: “Uhhh… bye.”

(I felt happy that I had helped him feel less lonely, but I was more happy that he left.)


A Lousy Example Of A Man

| DE, USA | Flirting/How We Met, LGBTQ, Popular

(I have just come out as transgender and aside from my really short hair, I still look and sound very feminine, even though I am a man. This happened at the end of a transaction while I was working the register.)

Customer: “You know, you’re pretty hot. What time do you get off?”

Me: “I’m not interested, sir.”

Customer: “Whatever. You look like a man, anyway.”

Me: *cheerfully* “Thank you! I’m trying!”

(He looked at me strangely and walked away with his purchases while I could hear both my manager and one of my coworkers cracking up from somewhere nearby.)

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