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I was wasting time drinking at a bar near where I live because I had locked myself out of my apartment and had to wait for my roommate to get back. Anyway, a guy follows me out of the bar as I'm walking home. I noticed it when I was over a block away from the bar and had already turned off the major street. I got nervous for a second when I heard his footsteps getting louder to catch up with me.
He started walking beside me and kept asking questions. At this point I was seriously drunk but chatted a little bit without telling him too much, like where I lived and what I did for a living when he asked. He said I looked lonely in the bar. Well, I don't know what this guy was thinking since I had spent most of the night trying to flirt with the hot female bartender with braided blonde hair and a big chest. I had noticed him standing near me in the bar though. This wasn't the first time I have been hit on by a man, so I really didn't care as long as he didn't try to follow me to my doorstep. He didn't look like a guy I couldn't defend myself against if he had turned out to be a loony toon, but then again my reflexes were a little slow at the time due to the $1 martini special at the bar. When I got to my apartment building he kept trying to talk to me and finally walked on.
Now, being hit on by a man doesn't bother me. But for a moment I realized what women must feel like more often when strange men they don't know approach them at night. I wasn't seriously worried, but I was slightly concerned enough that the guy might try something to better understand why girls I knew in college always wanted a friend to walk them to their dorm at night. I wish women didn't have to be afraid of that.
Considering the bar and neighborhood I was in the guy should be a lot more careful. There were people in the bar who probably would have reacted in a much more violent way to what he did. I mean, we weren't on Halstead on the north side or anything. South Side Irish bars are not the place to hit on men.
Anyway, the point of this story is this: Finally someone hits on me and its a MAN. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! Why can't I have a woman hit on me? I'm not attracted to men. Is a woman hitting on me once in a while too much to ask for? I mean, I'm used to not getting hit on by women very much, but to get hit on by a man instead is like an extra slap in the face. My dating life is pretty sad right now.
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