I am not sure what made you think that your words were appropriate or why you continued to border line harass me after I expressed disinterest in your advances. And within moments of leaving your presence, I thought of everything I should of said. I really fucking hate when that happens. Since I can not go back in time, I will express those sentiments here.
Let me back the train up.
I was at the gas station last week. I pulled up to the pump and exited my vehicle. Very normal thing to do. I was still wearing my work clothes: simple pair of black wedges, fitted dark grey pants, a floral purple print cami, and a black cardigan. Nothing amazing, in fact I am pretty sure my hair was messily put in a knot on top of my head and my makeup was quickly fading. Overall, I was decent looking but not fantastic. I had noticed that you were parked in small lot near the pumps. It wasn’t actually you I noticed first, but your gorgeous off-white restored late 1970’s car. I had barely made it from my drivers door to the gas pump before you started shouting across to me.
“Baby, I would tear your ass up! Damn girl! You are so fucking sexy. Can I get your number? Are you married or have someone, and can I break it up?”
I was trying to ignore your comments, but the more I turned away and pretended you were talking to the 80 year old woman next to me the more you shouted. So I turned to you, smiled, and said “Thank you for the flattery, but I am very much taken.”
And that is when you crossed the line, almost literally. You walked across the lot, approaching me, telling me that I need a good woman in your life because I seemed “stressed”. This is where I now know what I should of said. What I actually did say that I was sorry I seemed stressed and I apologized for not accepting your advances. What I should have said was “The only thing stressing me out right now is your inability to back the fuck off. Whether I am with someone or not, that is not how you speak to another human, lady or otherwise. Please take you and your ass tearing desires back across the parking lot.”
I would never classify your words, actions, or behavior as “flirting”, but I know that is exactly what you think you were doing with me. No, you were harassing me at a gas station, not flirting. Really fucking classy. You were rejected and then pushed harder. You saw I was ignoring your verbal advances and then became physically uncomfortable as you moved closer to me. And then, as I was apologizing and getting back in my vehicle you called me a “fucking cunt” for closing my door in your face without giving you my number. What the fuck?!?
Get a fucking clue.