Getting hit on by freaks

Went to goth night at a local bar about 9 years ago. Music was pretty loud as you can imagine so I went outside to sit on the patio by myself for a bit to try to reduce the pounding in my head. This really creepy guy starts chatting me up. It was an odd conversation and I'm trying to be polite but then it gets worse and I start talking about my husband every chance I get. He asked me what I thought of the weather and I'm like "My husband and I really like this type of weather"... so any way... he's trying to get my number and hook up with me... when FINALLY my husband comes outside! YAY!!! Well... turns out this guy was bisexual I guess cause now he's putting the moves on my hubs and ignoring me! It was awesome! I laughed my *kitten* off and went inside!

When I worked in a 1 hour photo lab, I had a 60 year old customer ask me to pose nude for him when I was 18... for his 'big beautiful goddess calendar' and he even offered to pay me $30/hr... I was just a tad bit shy and just about had a freaking stroke. My co-worked got mad when I told her the story because she said that he hadn't offered to pay her when he asked her to pose! lol

Awkward but funny!

I had a 40-year-old double amputee hit on me once. That was weird and just awkward.

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ok so maybe I see things a little differently since most of my friends are guys. I dont think I've ever had a "creeper" as you put it. When a guy hits on me I say thank you and at least be polite. Think about it ladies they have the tougher job in the dating world. They usually have to approach you and your friends and try to be original enough to catch your attention. Be nice even if hes not your type. :bigsmile: you never know

I personally dont dub a guy as a creeper until what he does after he hits on you. Has nothing to do with attraction. The same guy (homely or not) could hit on me but if I turn him down and he keeps pursuing it - then he's a creeper. If he takes the rejection and keeps moving then he was just a nice guy that I wasnt interested in. So note to self guys - if she says no. Just say thank you for your time and leave. Dont stalk her.

I haven't lumped all women into the b*tch category. I never once said that all women were b*tches. Or implied it. If you take it that way, that's on you.

I said the difference between a creeper and a non-creeper is if the woman in question wants the guy to hit on her or not and that some people need to get over themselves. I gave an example that people say to go out and talk to women, but when you do, you can get slapped down pretty hard. I also stated that women were just as physical and looks-oriented as men are.

If that implies that all women are b*tches, I think you need a lesson in reading comprehension.

I think just as it is with men, it is with women. SOME men are looks oriented, SOME women are.
I think you're right about the non-creeper being someone women want to hit on them, but only in some cases.

For me if a guy came up to me (when i was single) at a bar or event and said hi and started chatting, I would engage in conversation to get to know them.
If some guy (no matter how hot he is ) came up to me and smelled my hair, grabbed my *kitten*, acted aggressive in any sort of way - CREEPER.
But that's me.

In my 39 years on this planet I have never been hit on once by a lady. For some reason gay men hit on me a lot... :noway:
Fortunately I have 15 years of marriage on my side.

Before I was married I used to hit on guys occasionally, if I thought that maybe they weren't confident/brave enough to make the first move, a lot of times I was wrong and they just weren't interested, apparently I thought I was more of a catch then they did, lol

If a girl is going to hit on me, I prefer she be a freak! :blushing:

If a girl is going to hit on me, I prefer she be a freak! :blushing:

Amen!

I get hit on in the weirdest ways. Honestly, I'm flattered (even by sweet old men who tell me I should be Miss America - and I'm not conceited or gorgeous, just pretty normal-looking) and usually get a kick out of the funny story of how I just got hit on. The only time I would say they're freaks is if they don't let up/follow me/do things that make me uncomfortable, like the first one below.

(1) In college, I was on my way to a final exam and had been up all night studying before taking a shower and heading off to the exam location. When I got there, my hair was still wet, and this guy from my class to whom I'd never spoken reached the door at the same time as I did and held open the door for me. I thanked him, and he followed me into the building - only natural since he had held the door open and needed to go to the same place as I did. Except he was following a little too close. I stopped for a sec to get my bearings (exams were never in the same classroom as your class was held, so I was in an unfamiliar building), and he came right up to me, put his face in my hair, took a big sniff, and asked me if I used Herbal Essences. All I could do was meekly reply that I had in fact just used Herbal Essences and walk away.

(2) I was in a convenience store a few years ago, and an African-American guy and I were the only customers in there at the time (his race becomes important in a sec). He was checking out in front of me with the Indian (yes, this is important) clerk, finished his transaction, and left. I stepped up to pay for my soda or whatever, and the clerk rolls his eyes at the customer that just left, tells me he hates "black people," then asks me if I like them. I told him that I didn't have a problem with any specific group of people. He then asked, "Do you like Indians?" I replied, "My best friend is Indian," which is true. His reply was, "Are you going to marry your best friend?" My reply was, "She's a girl." He smiled and said, "I would marry you," to which I replied, "Thank you, you're sweet," then finished my transaction and left. I mean, it actually might have been cute if he hadn't been a racist.

(3) A few months ago I ran errands in my husband's car (a new Civic coupe) as opposed to my ginormous Odyssey (minivan), and I was waiting for the left turn light. A Mustang convertible with two young guys pulled up and waved their hands to get my attention. People are pretty friendly where I live, so I rolled down my window, thinking maybe they need directions. They asked me if I was going to the beach (which would mean I'd be making a right turn, not a left, but whatever). I told them no, I needed to get home. The driver then said, "You and I need to go to the beach sometimes." I held up my left hand and said, "I'm married. I also have a four-month-old baby. You wouldn't want that." The left turn light came on, and as I was pulling away, he yelled, "But I *love* moms!" I can only imagine that conversation would not have happened had I been driving the minivan. Or maybe it would have, if he really does love moms. I pictured this guy oohing and ahhing over some lady wearing mom jeans and an embroidered vest

(4) About 10 years ago I was dating this guy who introduced me to an old high school (female) friend of his. She and I hit it off and started hanging out often. From what I understood, she was straight, since she had a boyfriend (he was cool but lived in Australia (I'm American), so we didn't see him often), though I suppose it's possible she was bisexual. Eventually she and her boyfriend broke up, so my then-boyfriend and I took her out to have fun and get drunk. On the drive back to her place, she started telling my boyfriend how awesome I was and how if she was ever going to become a lesbian, she'd want to get with me. He was kinda drunk, as was she (I was the DD), so we had a good laugh about it, and we later joked that she was trying to get us involved in a threesome. Anyway, since I was the sober one and she was pretty far gone, when we got to her house I got out of the car to help her not fall on the ice on the way into her apartment. She gave me a big hug at the door and then tried to kiss me. It ended up being a kiss a bit off the lips, but it was clear that I was going to kiss her cheek and she was going for my lips. She was so drunk that it was totally not awkward, and we still hung out a bit after that until the guy and I split up (I lost her as a friend in the break-up), but we never talked about it. Heck, she was cute, so if I was going to start going out with chicks, she'd have been at the top of my list, too. Just a funny situation overall.

I have had some other weird ones, too, including being called an African Queen and being asked what size shoes I wear because my feet were so pretty. I also still get hit on from time to time, but people here are so overly polite sometimes that they usually apologize when they see my wedding ring and tell me my husband's lucky. I don't think they're being creepy.

GUYS - don't force it or make a woman uncomfortable. Just be friendly, and if there's an opportunity to talk, then talk. You'll be able to tell right off the bat if she's actually responding to you, being nice to avoid an awkward situation, or weirded out. If she's either of the latter two, back off - tell her to have a nice day, and go on about yours. (Please note that even hot guys can come off as total jerks by not following these guidelines. If you come on too strong, I'll assume you're cocky and don't want to have anything to do with you, even if you are hot.)

Or how he hits on you. Asking me if he can take me home 'cause he's all the sugar he needs automatically makes him a creeper, regardless of his looks.

This. I don't care who tries to convince me I should 'give a guy a break' (this is even if I were single, which I'm not) it is NEVER okay for a guy to suddenly come up behind a woman he doesn't know and start whispering to her, especially if he's indicating he smelled me. If that makes me a b*tch, then so be it, I'm a b*tch. It scared the *kitten* out of me and made my skin crawl.

Everyone handles situations how they deem best, so in my mind, being polite is liking telling this guy it's okay what he did. It's not okay and now he knows it. Perhaps he approached another woman since then by making sure she can see him and saying hi, my name is ____________. I mean c'mon, it's not asking a lot and it's not f*cking rocket science!!