Getting hit on by freaks

I tend to draw the attention of short older men. (I'm pushing 6 feet tall) The worst was a man in a bar who barely came up to my shoulder, and he started, uh, oh let's call it dancing, wiggling about, snapping his fingers, getting really close, and then he said in a low growl, "I want to climb you like a tree."

The creepiest person who hit on me, was me. And well I went all the way.

Also there was this one girl in the grocery store. I asked her for a bad of sugar, but she got this sugar substitute, and then walked ahead of me the whole time. I only needed a 60 pound bad of sugar, it was all that I needed.
Also I think I was breathing pretty heavy at the time, from carrying all that sugar.

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.)

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

Nice story. Got impressive positive attitude!

Hey now, don't put us all in that category. The creepest guy I know is also very good looking. Never judge a book by its cover. And never judge an entire gender by a few thread posts you don't like. :flowerforyou:

Now I have to ask what is the best way to approach a woman?

*Guys take notes!*