But they’re expensive to keep. They eat half a bagel, and a skinny, tall, sugarfree, soy latte from Starbucks every day.
I was a barista for a while, and on more than one occasion we were approached by women who were trying to throw off men that were actively following them. If a random woman you don’t know starts talking to you like you’re an old friend in public, keep in mind she might be trying to scare a creep off.
The number of men out there who openly harass women is disturbing. Not surprising considering how often we elect them to the presidency.
I once had a creep I knew vaguely, constantly hitting on me (we shared a benscher at Hillel one Friday, which he seemed to think that counted as betrothal), and he would do this like I was a dartboard any time he ran into me, no matter how often I told him point blank I wasn’t interested.
He was being my Siamese twin one day, when I was trying to get to a class in college, and I saw a guy across the road I’d gone to high school with. We’d hung out in the same crowd for several years, although I can’t say that we’d ever been alone together. Anyway, I said “Oh, there’s my boyfriend! His class must have been cancelled or something.”
I ran across the street, and said to him, “I need a really big favor,” and gave him a pretty good kiss, then stood there with my arms around him, and told him the whole story. He laughed really hard, so I laughed too, and it probably looked good from across the street, assuming creep was watching.
Creep left me alone after that.
It probably helped that Old Friend was a pretty big guy, like 6’3.
As a bonus, Old Friend and I reconnected, and resumed our friendship-- we didn’t start dating, but he was in a really good tabletop gaming group I joined.
My wife looks good in a form-fitting pair of jeans. She gets looks and the occasional “dayamn!” She’s in her mid-forties.
I know this because they do it in front of me. 
Someone talked to you and you responded by sexually assaulting a third party. And then came here to tell it as a cute story. Cool.
Try reading again for comprehension.
Yeah, not even close.
You know, even if the sexes were flipped, if a guy I knew and trusted ran up to me, said “I need a huge favor”, kissed me, and then told me a plausible story about how his kissing me was protecting him from being harassed by a stalker… I’d be okay with that.
Yeah, I think motivation matters a lot here.
Read it again: “We’d hung out in the same crowd for several years, although I can’t say that we’d ever been alone together.”
That’s not someone you know and trust, that’s barely an acquaintance.
I’m pretty sure that there are a lot of people I know pretty well but have never been alone with.
There are people I know that well, and if they stuck their tongues down my throat I would be disgusted and I would freak the fuck out.
You have heard of movie kisses where you only pretend to use the tongue?
I’ll make a note of that.
“a pretty good kiss” is how it was described. You seem to be projecting.
I’d never been alone with him before, but for the record, I had kissed him before.
No tongues were involved either time.
I also once pretended to passionately (and by mutual consent) kiss a woman I’d just met at an anti-abortion counter protest. Wow, did a lot of the protesters get the hell out of there fast. Don’t know how relevant that is, except, apparently I can fake-kiss pretty good.
Ditto. There are some people I trust quite a lot that I may never have been alone with.
Ewww. I don’t even like tongue-kisses from people I am romantically involved with. She didn’t say she stuck her tongue into his mouth.
See!
Since it seems to be a matter of controversy, that bears some clarifying, this guy and I were part of a very close group of friends in high school. The comment about us never being alone together was just to show that we’d never been previously involved; however, this was a REALLY tight group of friends. And, FWIW, we were in theater together, so we did a lot of play-acting, and hamming it up around various subjects-- and a bigger ham than this guy, you don’t find very often. He ended up working for Cirque de Soleil for two years, and Busch Gardens for a while as well. I had kissed him before, involving certain parlour games that happen at high school parties, and I had seen him nearly naked, this involving the theater thing. We’d also juggled together. This was a group of friends that hugged and cuddled a lot, traded backrubs-- we were really affectionate-- I don’t know if other friends in high school were like this, but we were.
And I also didn’t mean to imply that I hadn’t seen him since high school. I’d seen him around, and greeting him with a hug was actually no big deal. Whispering “I need a favor,” and then kissing someone you’d done plays with, and worked Ren Faires with, with some suggestive banter (Yes, I needed a little consciousness raising back then, but this was almost 40 years ago), and what-not, was hardly what I’d call sexual harassment.
Also, FWIW, I’d been to his house, met his parents, and soforth. I even knew his middle name (Justin).
This wasn’t some guy I had a class with three time a week for a semester a year earlier.
And again, no tongues were involved.
Interestingly, he and the guy I was escaping had the same first name. Spelled differently, though.
The fact that @blindboyard could equate what you did with what the fellow you were trying to avoid did is disturbing.
Well, to be fair, not all the facts were in-- but I didn’t want to make the post too long-- never dreamed it would be controversial, but then, not everyone has the same backstory I do (jumping from “acting out a kiss” to “tongue down the throat” was a pretty big leap, though). I’m hoping that 1) now I’ve filled in some blanks, it’s clearer and 2) I have not hopelessly hijacked the thread.