A couple of nights ago I met Cecilie - a Norwegian girl here on holiday - at the No 2 Pub. We got on from the start and have arranged further dates.
I'm usually quite reserved when it comes to chatting up girls - I'm not the imposing kind of guy - but on this occasion, what led me to start up a conversation with her was that some jerk was imposing on her.
I sat at the bar ten feet away from Cecilie and noticed she was totally preoccupied with her mobile phone, occasionally looking at and sipping her drink. A guy walked in, made a bee-line to Cecilie and stood behind her. He then ordered and got his beer and stayed where he was, leering at Cecilie, eyeing her up in a most blatant way. The bar was almost empty but the fuck-wit decided to impose on the lone girl by standing a foot behind her, breathing down her neck. That set me off and after a couple of minutes I signalled Cecilie and asked her if she would like to join me at my end of the bar, as there was clearly more space. She smiled and asked why don't I join her instead. I agreed, picked up my drink and sat next to her. On my way over I gave the guy the worst possible look I could muster: a look of pure disdain. As I sat down next to Cecilie the ´slimeball´ moved away to the other end of the bar, with what could have been his tail between his legs.
Cecilie and I started chatting and I explained that I felt uncomfortable with the way the inconsiderate bastard was behaving and so decided to intervene. I wondered if she thought that was my usual chat up technique. I hope not, as I had no ulterior motive - other than wanting to talk to an atractive woman with long silky blonde hair.
Nothing, absolutely nothing irritates me more than seeing a man imposing on a woman in a predatory way.
I fucking hate it.
If I were a woman, I'd give those testosterone-fueled leeches such a hard time they'd think twice before encroaching into another woman's space.
But I guess, had it not been for the improper actions of an idiot, I may never have approached Cecilie.
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Right with you Joe. Never been much of a "lad" myself and was always terrible at chatting a girl up.
ReplyDeleteWe are kindred spirits Dicky :)
DeleteThank you M, for your lovely comment. Hugs to you
ReplyDeleteI feel embarrassed when this sort of thing happens, it reflects on all of us men when some ass acts like this. Whatever happened to men behaving like gentlemen...
ReplyDeleteindeed Tempo :)
ReplyDeleteI must admit that I'm a terrible flirt. (an admittedly unrealistic biological imperative). I work just down the street from the local college, so many of my customers and coworkers are fairly young. It takes a certain amount of finesse, as there is a thin line between "charming older gentleman", and "creepy old guy"...and getting thinner every year. I did get quite the ego boost a couple of weeks ago. A young lady I've been working with for a while was finishing up her studies here, and getting ready to do some post graduate work in another state (she's a very talented writer). We were saying our goodbyes, and I was telling her how proud I was of her. I could tell that she was getting kinda weepy, and I tend to panic when women cry. So I said, "You know, if I was 30 years younger, I'd be chasing you around the parking lot." She gave me this beautiful smile, and replied, "If I were 30 years older, you might just catch me." It almost made me weepy.
ReplyDeleteIt's a pity. I've finally got game, and I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do with it.
Hahaha, forgotten? I thought it was like riding a bike - excuse the pun- something one never forgets!
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