Ditto.
I myself have recently cooled off a flirtation that was happening in work with a supremely hot girl, that started to get a little out of hand. Because I am essentially her boss, and she is living with someone. Goddddddammmmmmmmmmmmmnnnn it. I’m a trifle frustrated and highly regretful.
But I know I’ve done the “right” thing. 
Yes, indeed. Being natural. A phenomenon that also manifests when (for men) you hair sucks, you have a three-day beard, your clothes are far from your best and you just go to the city for whichever errand you have to do, minding your own business. Suddenly you notice women looking at you (and no, not that “what a freak” look).
But put on your best shirt, pants, have your hair perfectly done, smell good and generally radiate like “I’m damn handsome for this party” ? Absolutely no chick will look at you.
Happened to me countless times.
This is a broad generalization (or now that I think about it, a generalization about broads) but women often judge single men. If a man is single they either think that he can’t attract a woman and there must be something wrong with him, or that he is some sort of player who isn’t interested in pursuing a long term relationship. That’s just part of it though. People (not just women) often want what they can’t have, specifically because they can’t have it. The forbidden fruit is often the most tantalizing. Also, as others have stated, when one is not actively pursuing “the booty,” one appears to be disinterested and aloof. Women often interpret this as that confidence thing they seem to love so much.
A guy in some godawful souped up car just offered me a ride (and, I assume, the worst sex on earth) and somehow I found the strength not to let him give me gonorrhea. Does that count?
I am afraid I have had a handful of these occasions. The majority of them involve young women who lived near me or frequented the same places I did when I lived in the Netherlands. They were attractive and desirable to the point that I couldn’t completely believe they would want me.
Oops… my mistake. Curse you for making me think about them again!
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(Kicks self–) Ouch! (Kicks self–) Ouch! (Kicks self–) Ouch! (Kicks self–) Ouch!
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Back when I was still married, my wife wrecked both of our cars in the space of a single week. I was catching a ride to work with Michelle, a girl who worked for me and happened to live nearby.
Michelle was single, incredibly pretty, and had a perfect body. We had been friends for a long time, and she knew how rotten my home life was getting. One day, as we were getting on the interstate for the ride home, she started talking about how firm her tits were. I looked over at her, and she gave me a sexy wink and licked her upper lip with her tongue.
Instant Erection! All I could picture was getting it on with this beautiful woman. My heart was racing, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. Then I thought of my wife and I knew that I couldn’t do it. I hate feeling guilt.
So I said “Michelle, I’m married. Right now I wish I wasn’t, but I am. Just take me home.” Then I started kicking myself.
The ironic thing here is that my wife was absolutely certain that Michelle and I were having an affair.
I found myself on my 21st birthday making out with a cute Norwegian guy in the bathroom of a hostel in Paris. We were almost taking each other’s clothes off when I suddenly decided that I didn’t want to go through with it and said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do this.” (I was a virgin at the time, which was my main reason for stopping - I didn’t feel up to telling him this and I didn’t want to lie by omission and have him freak out mid-coitus.)
He was EXTREMELY gentlemanly about it, considering I was drunk and we were in an isolated corner of a hostel that was mostly empty or asleep.
There’s a very handsome fella who works as a waiter at a restaurant that belongs to some family friends. We’ve been flirting lightly with each other for several years, and I’d even given him my number once, although he never called. Recently, they moved to a new location, which made it more convenient for me to pop in on my own and have lunch.
We began flirting in earnest, oh boy. Y’know, it’s one of those things where you can just tell it would be REALLY fun to tear up the sheets with them. But then I discovered he’s married, and has FOUR children. sound of screeeeeeeeching tires He even says, “Yeah, my wife is really jealous.” Gee, Skippy, I wonder why?
Yeah, no. As much fun as it might be, can’t go there. I’ve been the cheated-on wife, and it didn’t feel good. Bleh.
Today I could have gotten some. I was at the ice cream counter with my son and my client and I see this man staring at me from 5 feet away. He’s leaning against a pole and in his delivery uniform looking very dapper. His name tag says his name is Rock. He winks at me. I look away because it makes me uncomfortable. I keep ordering and pay for our sundaes and I’m putting my wallet in my purse and hear someone clearing their throat. I look and It’s Rock leaning against the pole with a big debonailr smile on his face. Our eyes meet this time and I can see he is about 55 years old and his cap hides a slightly balding head. No ring on his finger, he is about 180 and 6 ft 1. He winks at me again boldly. I have to look away because the ice cream is on the counter and my lady needs to get seated. I’m eating my my delicious hot fudge sundae and Rock stays where he is almost waiting for me to look his way but I don’t. After 5 minutes he leaves. He got the hint that I was not interested. I bet old Rock does pretty well for himself.
He said it was a party–I pictures a room full of people.
Preach it. Back in my early 20s I used to perform at a weekly open-mic night at a local bar, and one of the regular audience members was an extremely hot (as in, “one of the hottest chicks I’ve ever seen even to this day, 25+ years later”) young lady I remembered being a year behind me in high school. I never got to know her in school, as we ran in different circles, but she gave the impression of being kind of stuck up. But in the bar I eventually struck up an acquaintance with her and she turned out to actually be a real sweetheart. And still incredibly hot, even having toned down the makeup and skin-tight clothes since high school.
Anyway, one night as the bar was closing she invited me back to her apartment “for a drink”, and I agreed. So we got back to her place, and, well, had a drink. And then after a bit she said she was tired and was going to bed, and so I said “goodnight” and thanked her for the drink, and left.
It took a few days of going over the scene in my head to realize she was waiting for me to make the next move, and jeez I wish I had. Unfortunately, I’d had a few previous, embarrassing experiences with overestimating a girl’s interest in me, so I’d sort of conditioned myself (unconsciously, I suppose) to “await further confirmation”. I guess this girl’s signals were just too subtle for me. And, sadly, the opportunity never presented itself again.
Making me kick myself even more, I spotted her at the grocery store about 20 years later, and she still looked just as good. Same figure, and hardly looked like she’d aged at all :smack:
Girls I found unattractive have hit on me and I’ve turned them down.
Don’t have any cool stories like you guys, though.
Seems to be a gender divide in this thread, with one side saying “Yeah, there was this really attractive person who offered it me on a plate, only for reason XYZ I couldn’t or didn’t go for it” and the other side saying “Yeah, this really hideous creep asked me to fuck and I was all ‘No Way!’, like you’d expect”.
I think I’ve told my own stories before: the ex who I’d been wishing for a couple of years would think again, and when she did it was just as I was getting started with the future Mrs M., and also I didn’t care to be taken for granted; and the paedo who tried chatting me up at the bus station when I was not quite 13 and in about as many words offered me money to let him jerk me off.
Oh, and not long after the ex mentioned above had become the ex there was this fat older married woman that I barely knew who volunteered to console me… while, if I’m not mistaken, her henpecked little husband was in line of sight if not earshot. But she very tactfully also suggested that perhaps I didn’t want another older woman right then, and that was pretty much on the money too.
I figured the OP was going for a number amount (as a non-ugly non-fat woman, the offers just pile up), but it seems more geared towards guys telling notable stories. Some of which are fantastic, some ping my BS-o-meter.
I once took a girl home to her apartment late one night/early one morning and ended up playing Jeopardy! on her NES.
I don’t want to talk about it.
There was a guy I went to high school with that I always had a thing for, but thought that he was out of my league. Ten years later, we randomly meet and totally hit it off. We went out for lunch to catch up on “old times” and next thing you know I end up at his apartment. Needless to say, we both were willing, but for some reason I couldn’t go through with it. I made up some lame excuse and left. Still don’t know what was wrong with me 
I know you want to talk about it, but I hope you at least won the game
I fucking love that game.
I was dating a girl in college, and she was pretty good-looking, smart, and witty. Not a bad writer, either. I was in just about the best shape of my life, and certainly the best-looking I’ve ever been in my life–not that that’s saying much, but I wasn’t ugly back then. We’d spent a couple of weeks making out on her couch, and she wanted to go further, and man, so did I. At that age, I had hippy-hoppy hormones.
Sigh . . . but she was bipolar, and she refused to take her meds regularly, and it showed. We’d started out as just friends, and I was just too worried. After her fifth crying jag or so, I broke it off (I remember that it was the night she decided to sit me through Night Mother. Not the movie you want to watch if you’re bipolar and off your meds). She needed to get back on the medication, go back to school, and work shit out for herself a lot more than I needed to get laid. I’ve passed up times as a single guy to have sex, and I’ve regretted some of them, but I’ve never regretted that. She was just too nice for that sort of thing.
I actually Googled her name on a whim a couple of years ago. Twenty years later, she is happily married to her next college boyfriend, running her own business, and still writing. She managed to get it together, which made me sigh out loud with relief. I’ve thought about dropping her an email at her place of business, but I don’t think I will. We got along, but I’m a relic from the bad old days, and besides, I’m married too. You’re supposed to forget that kind of thing when you put on the ring.
Doesn’t always work that way, my friend. I have an old girlfriend from before I joined the army. We actually do have contact, but I have to keep her at arms length. She made it clear when I had a few drinks with her (whilst visiting my hometown in the first time in years last october) that she wanted to fuck. Yeah, she knows I’ve been married for 15 years and always brings up how she regrets not reconnecting with me when I contacted her just before I was married.
She has the problem of not being able to be content with being old friends, and my wife is well aware of who she is. Which is why she ain’t worried. My wife knows that (A) I wouldn’t do something like that (screw around) and (B) This old girlfriend has gained around 250 pounds in the last 15 years. I’m not joking. She’s freaking huge.
When I was home she offered to come to my hotel room for a “pajama party”. I told her I would be with my old high school buddies that night but I wasn’t. So I had to text her back several times saying stuff like “At bar with Sammy and Scotty, TTYL” til finally (she called me a buncha times I just didn’t answer) “Rilly drunk. Scotty’s letting me stay in his crib. Going to bed.”. I wouldn’t have done it if she wasn’t ginormous, but seriously, she’s pushing 300 pounds. She can barely walk. Call me a jerk, but fat chicks really turn me off. (A cruel joke is that my pal Scotty was in the hotel room with me for awhile when she kept calling and he’d seen her recently and joked that she’d probably eat me if I let her in)
I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but I actually moved my car in the hotel parking lot so if she drove by she wouldn’t see it. But I coulda got laid on the sly then…if I tied a board to my ass.