There are places to make a move on someone, and there are places where you absolutely should not shoot your shot. Bars, parties, dating apps, and most social gatherings are fairly normal spaces to get your flirt on, but there are so many places (bus stops, car accidents, and family Easter celebrations) where it's not only a faux pas, but majorly creepy.
In a popular Reddit thread, OP shared a cringe-inducing story of getting hit on at a public pool while super pregnant. She followed up her story by asking the internet to share equally awful tales of getting hit on at the worst time.
Unfortunately for the state of the world, lots of people had stories of getting asked out in the creepiest ways, at the worst times.
1. From OP:
Let me start my story be reiterating the fact that I am very, very pregnant. I am so hugely and obviously pregnant that people feel the need to approach me in public and offer their condolences for how pregnant I am. I am not kidding. Men and women alike have stopped me just to say "You poor thing.. I am so sorry. You look miserable." That is how pregnant I happen to be at the moment.
That being said, my favorite place to be in the entire world is in a pool. Swimming makes me feel like a normal human being.. The swelling in my hands and feet goes down, the pressure on my hips vanishes, my belly button goes back to being an innie.. It's wonderful. Anyway, last weekend my friend texts me and asks if I'm up for a swim. I certainly am up for a swim; however, it's a little after 8:30, and my condo's pool closes at 9. We decide to go to the pool at her apartment complex, as it is open until 10.
We make our way out to the pool, where the only occupant is a middle-aged guy wearing a swim cap and goggles. I don't pay him any mind, just figured it was a resident doing some evening laps. No big deal. He watches us get in the pool, and says something I can't make out...I ask him to repeat himself, and he says "I'll just swim over here." Um, okay. So my friend and I start chatting about nothing in particular, and Mr. Swimcap starts awkwardly butting into our conversation.
He wasn't trying to add to it, he would just ask random questions, only we couldn't make out what he was trying to say. So we kind of brush him off, and he starts swimming around the pool, and keeps "accidentally" swimming into us. (Keep in mind he's wearing goggles.) So we move to another part of the pool and try to act like nothing's happening. He stops trying to swim into us and starts just staring at us. Then he says something. The conversation goes as follows:
Him: "hoowanblah-ate?"
Me: "What?"
Him: "hoowannaoate?"
Me: "Dude, I can't understand what you're trying to say."
Him: "WOULD YOU WANNA GO ON A DATE?"
Me: awkward pause"...Are you talking to me, or her?" motions toward my non-pregnant friend
Him: "YOU. I THINK YOU'RE REALLY ATTRACTIVE. DO YOU WANNA DATE?"
Me: "Um.. I'm very flattered, but no thank you."
Him: "SO YOU DON'T WANNA DATE?"
Me: "Yeah. I don't want to go on a date with you."
Him: "YOU HAVE A MAN?"
Me: "Yes. I have a man. And we're fixing to have a baby."
Him: "DO YOU LIVE TOGETHER?"
Me.: "Yes we do."
Him: "SO YOU DON'T WANNA GO ON A DATE."
Me: "Dude. No. I don't want to go on a date with you."
Him: "..BUT WOULD YOU?"
Me: "Would I what?"
Him: "GO ON A DATE WITH ME. I THINK YOU'RE A REALLY ATTRACTIVE PERSON."
Me: "No! I'm done talking to you now. Please leave us alone."
I go back to my friend and we start discussing exit strategies, as the guy continues to talk to himself. Luckily my friend's male neighbor decided to come hang out for a bit. Mr. Swimcap starts ranting at the neighbor about who knows what (mortgage companies, maybe?) so we try to enjoy the remainder of our time in the pool. A little while later the security guard comes by to lock up, my friend, her neighbor, and I bolt out of there while Mr. Swimcap is gathering his things. Good Guy Neighbor later walks me to my car to ensure there are no creepers lurking about.
Gave a speech for a class once, and after my speech ended I went to take a piss and get a drink. On the way back to class, a cute Asian from the class was in the hall, looking like she was waiting for someone. I assumed her boyfriend, since he was also in the class with us. She saw me and lit up, asked if I wanted to join her for a cig (I don't smoke but I obliged to keep her company since other people speeches suck) and we headed outside.
We joked around a bit, she tried flirting but I have a gf and I didn't reciprocate. Figured she was just a bubbly person. Right when we're about to head back, she hands me a slip of paper with her number and says "you should give me a call later today, we can get high and get to know each other better". I ask her about her boyfriend and she says "he's working later".
I of course politely declined, went back to class and spent the rest of the day wondering why the porn script scenarios always happen when I am in a happy, committed relationship but never when I am single. When we got back to class, she gave her bf a peck on the cheek and sat back down next to him.
I was walking down the street, in the middle of December, hands stuffed in my peacoat, walking behind a young man who looks pretty paranoid. He finally stops and asks,
"Do... Do you have a gun?"
I pull my hands out of my pocket and shrug. No, no gun.
"Oh. Do you have any weed?"
"Nope dude, sorry."
"Oh. Do you have a boyfriend?"
Priorities man, priorities.
I was walking down a street in Berkeley often lined with older homeless guys and panhandlers. It was a warm day so I was wearing a cute, but modest, black and white polka dot 50s style dress that always got me a lot of attention from the men.
Anyways, walking by two older guys sitting on the sidewalk near each other, but far away enough to not encroach on each other's change-seeking turfs when the first one I pass hollers something to the effect of "Hey Girl, let me see that dress on my bedroom floor!" (Ironic because, you know...) To which the second homeless guy responds, without missing a beat, "Hey don't you talk to my wife that way, she's a lady!" TL;DR: Random Berkeley bum defended my honor.
I was arrested in high school for a spontaneous bout of stupidity and as I got into the cop car I realized that there was a teenager doing a ride along with the cop. I didn't think much of it seeing as that I was, you know, pretty busy focusing on how much trouble I was going to be in.
A few days later, as I settled into my permanent-grounding, I got on Facebook. Lo and behold, I have a Facebook message. The boy doing the ride-along with the cop had written down my contact information and found me on Facebook just so that he could send me
"Hey Girl, I just wanted you to know that I hated arresting a woman as beautiful as you."
I was hanging out with a friend the day before Easter. She had to drop by another friends house for a quick errand so I went with her. They had an Easter party going on for this woman's children and a few of their friends. The parents were having a BBQ and the kids had done an Easter egg hunt and moved on to painting pictures for their parents.
A normal enough fellow started chatting with me and after about ten minutes with the group I realized he was there with his two year old and the baby's mum. I wasn't sure if they were together but I just assumed they were and left it at that.
So when we went to leave, I was totally taken aback when he pulled me from the doorway where everyone was saying goodbye to each other. He shook my hand and whispered 'shhhhh... It was so great to meet you. Shhhhh.' He put his finger to his lips, winked, then turned me back around to face the group. I just stumbled through my normal goodbyes and left without acknowledging him. While walking away, I unfolded what he'd slipped me while shaking my hand.
It was his number and a note that said 'UR cuute. Txt me'... Torn from a large chunk of the Easter painting his child had proudly handed him ten minutes before.
Tl;dr: Father of the year destroys his child's masterpiece to hit on me in broken English. In front of his baby mamma.
Walking down the main street of a medium sized town with my girlfriend and her sister. Alright looking guy in alright looking car, maybe about 22-25, pulls up, and shouts to the sister, "Hey, you, in the blue. Come get in the car, go with me."
She shrugs, walks over, talks to him for a few seconds, gets in the car.
They were married four months later. Last I heard, it was still going strong, but that's been awhile.
My parents were walking through Target when this stumpy guy walks up to my mom. He says, "Sugar zero, sugar zero, sugar zero". Mom laughs and asks him what he means. The guy goes, "If anybody asks, you can tell them that I whispered sweet nothings to you". My dad was laughing too hard to care. Tl ;dr Mom got told sweet nothings by a gnome.
I was waiting for the last train from Paris to go back to my good old suburbs, so this is right after midnight, the station is quite empty, only a few people left around. Should probably mention I'm a girl, and alone.
Anyway I have about 15 minutes left to wait, and this old guy just comes and sits next to me. After a few minutes he gets the courage to ask me:
*- Could I ask you a favor?
He looked really sad and miserable about something, so I try and be nice and I insist, thinking he's just going to want to talk about something:
*- Could I.. see you feet?
At that point I'm quite weirded out, I was wearing some converse, and this guy is making me feel bad for telling him I don't want to show him my feet >_<
He kept insisting with this miserable look on his face, he even suggested to get on the next train and if there's too many people I don't have to if I'm being shy or something..
I actually felt like I had to apologize to him because I didn't want to show him my feet.
TL;DR: I apologized to a creeper who wanted to see my feet.
Bonus story: Same night, got off the train and walking towards my dad's car waiting for me, other car drops their window and someone mumbles at me "Hey what's your name?" at which I'm too tired to think and mechanically reply like they're asking something from me: "Sorry I don't have a name." >_<
Felt embarrassed at the time about being so dumb, but turns out it's quite a funny way to get rid of weirdos ;D
So I witnessed this at a bar one night:
This was at a college bar in California. Anyways, this young couple were sitting together at the table next to mine and it was apparent they were dating (holding hands, smiling at each other constantly etc...) and were minding their own business when out of nowhere a guy in his early twenties and clearly a bit drunk walks up to their table and looks at the girl for a second then glances at the guy and says: "Hey guy! Mind if I talk to your sister?!" Well hearing this I look over at the boyfriend and he has this look on his face that just screams, what the f*ck? So here's how the rest of the conversation goes...
Boyfriend: She's my girlfriend man, so yeah I mind.
Guy: You're dating your sister? Isn't that illegal?
B: No, she's not my sister(clearly agitated), she's my girlfriend.
G: Ohhhhh. So she was your sister... and now she's your girlfriend?
B: No, leave us alone kid(at this point the drunk guy turns around and yells for his friend to come over)
G: Hey (Guy 2)!!! Come over here! This guy is dating his sister!!!
So next thing I know this well groomed/ dressed guy (clearly gay) comes over to the table to see what kind of trouble his buddy is getting into.
Guy: He's dating his f*cking sister (Guy 2)!
Guy 2: Isn't that illegal?
Guy: That's what I said!!
Well now the couple are pretty pissed off and the girl suggests to her boyfriend that they go somewhere else. As they gather their things and start to walk away the second guy walks up to the girl and says:"Hey, would you mind if I talk to your brother?" And this look of horror spreads across her face as she realizes this gay guy wants to talk to her man. The couple basically ran out of the bar and the two guys busted up laughing from the reaction they got.
tl;dr: Mind if I talk to your sister?
I was in the back seat of my friends truck with a girl I just met riding home one day. I make small talk, maybe two minutes of pleasantries are exchanged. Throughout the ordeal I am totally enthusiastic, and just the embodiment of suave. I ask her "Do you have a boyfriend?" "no." "Do you want one?" Laughter"Oh, you're serious?" "Yeah babe." "Sure!" I will never be that cool again. Keep in mind I'm normally fairly shy around new people.
TL;DR I felt like Fabio.
My mom was working at her pharmacy job at the pick up counter, when a man came up to her, and gave her a pick up line something along the lines of "hey, I'm not here to pick up medicine, I'm here to pick YOU up."
That man is my father.
There used to be this veteran who went to my college and always wore his uniform. and he used to hit on me in the creepiest ways until I reported his a*s. It started off as just friendly banter every once in awhile until one night he has me cornered alone in the bus shelter "I bet you taste good little princess, like cotton candy" I walked down to the next stop.
I was riding my bike and got hit by a car, the guy stopped and we exchanged information. I get a call later and it's him, asking me if I was alright, which I thought was normal and nice of him, but then he follows it up with if I would want to get lunch with him. He then proceeded to call me everyday leaving messaged like, "wanna get lunch, I'm realllllly huuuuungrry"
You don't break a persons tailbone then ask them out.
My girlfriend and I were walking along the beach in SD last year. An older gentleman, probably late 50s or so, came up to me and said "Son, if I had your body and my money I'd be unstoppable. How about we put the two of them together?" My girlfriend just about fell over laughing while I tried to politely decline. As we walked he way he let me know "You're even more fine watching from behind." Still haven't lived that one down.
I was walking back to my car one night and a group of young guys were hanging out on the sidewalk, taking up most of the width of it. My friend and I had to walk through their group. As we walked though, a guy stepped in really close to me and whispered, "girl, I'll buy you Starbucks every night."
I had no idea how to respond, so I just smiled and kept walking. But later, I had to wonder: do non-white men think the way to a preppy-ish looking white woman's heart is the promise of daily Starbucks runs? Because... well, he's kind of right, I guess.
This isn't mine (as I've never been hit on), but when I was going to college I was sitting in the cafeteria with a group of like 11 people who all knew each other and were D&D nerds together. There were about 4 very attractive girls in this group.
One kind of sweat-smelling, mouth-breathing new-ish guy who had only recently "joined" our little group leans over to one of the girls in the group brags about how he can do a perfect Zapp Brannigan impersonation. She asks to see, and he goes "If I said you had a beautiful body, would you take your pants off and dance around a little?" in Zapp's voice. We laugh in that awkward "not sure if rapist" way. I have to leave for class.
The next day he gets to the table before the girl from earlier does, strikes a heroic pose, and says "Kipf, I have made it with a woman. Inform the men." The girl is mortified that he not only told everyone, but told everyone in Zapp Brannigan's voice. Fortunately he had the good sense to be too embarrassed to show his face again after that.
TL;DR Zapp Brannigan's pickup lines apparently work.
Buying condoms at a gas station late at night (17-year-old girl should do, or anyone for that matter). I paid, and as I reached for the box, the old Indian cashier grabbed my wrist and said, "Take me with you." It was so creepy, I'll never forget the desperate look on his face. F*cking chills.
I was at a beach with three other friends. It was a weekday, so there wasn't a crowd, but a bearable amount of people to handle.
We were enjoying ourselves and my friend and I were just floating about and talking, when I then notice this tan guy not too far away from us. He was staring straight at us. With an extremely creepy and perverted grin.
We decided to swim back to shore and started to take pictures, and guess who decides to come along? Creepy tanned guy. At this point we still really haven't reacted, but then he starts RUNNING back and forth on the beach, never taking his eyes away from me and my group.
He eventually starts doing his little running routine closer and closer to us. When we thought it couldn't get weirder than that, it did. Every time he ran towards us, he slowed down, eyed us up and down then smiled his creepy smile and began CHANTING. He was chanting actual gibberish - no English words, or any language you'd recognize. It was like he was performing a f*cking ritual on us. It was creepy as hell.
TL;DR - Creepy dark tan guy tried to hit on me and my friends using some mystic ritual at the beach.
I was 17 and in charge of supervising the installation of carpeting in our new apartment, alone. My mom was home packing. This should be an easy task. All I had to do was wander in every couple hours to see how it was going, and the rest of the time I could go for a walk or hang out outside.
The installers were 2 guys, maybe in their 30's. Seemed nice enough to begin with. I introduced myself and explained I'd be around the building if needed for any issues. It became rather apparent that one of the two was being a little too nice, but I just shrugged it off. I was used to it because I looked older than I was and got hit on by older guys on occasion.
The problem is that he didn't stop, and there was a major storm so I was stuck in the building. Every time I was around, he tried to make small talk. He'd ask things about me and what I liked, and talk about himself a bit. He started to flatter me and be rather openly "flirty." I tried to be polite and make it clear I wasn't interested.
Eventually he started asking me out on dates and offered me his number. I kept declining, but he didn't stop. To try and hammer in my point, I casually worked my age into a conversation. To my dismay, his response was to flatter me more and tell me that I could always call him when I turned 18 and he'd show me a good time (I think there was some insinuation about it being an "adult" good time, but I can't remember the wording.)
His partner looked thoroughly embarrassed and kept trying to avoid eye contact, between sneaking rather disgusted looks towards the guy. It was incredibly awkward and I didn't feel very comfortable because he refused to take no as an answer. At one point I got stuck in the dang elevator with him and he "accidentally" hit the wrong buttons, then hinted at how nice it was being stuck with me alone. Gave me the total creeps.
The day ended with him giving me the company card in case there were any problems, then winking at me and telling me to call him soon. His cell number was on the back.
In hindsight, I should have complained to the company itself, because it really, really disturbed me. I wish I had.
TL;DR Creepy carpet installer who was twice my age wouldn't take no for an answer and kept hitting on me, all day, when I was underage.