I went to Publix (local supermarket) to get a bunch of groceries. As I am about
done, with only a few things to go. I am going towards the milk and walking the
other was is an attractive female. So I look her in the face and she looks right at
me and gives me a smile. We passed without saying any words.

Then I am not sure if she was interested, but seconds later she passes by me again,
and did give me another look. But, soon she walked out and left before I was done
shopping.

I also need to add, she had no groceries on her, it is like she was just in there to
look for something?!

She was dressed in some nice black pants and maybe was coming home from work.

Hopefully I see her again, I should of pulled the trigger.

–submitted by D–

It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m celebrating it with my girlfriends at a lounge in the city.   Of course I was expecting some guys to come up to us and make some kind of comments and they do.  One ugly troll comes over to me and asks me if I want to dance, I say “NO” and he says “Come on, its New Years Eve” I say sorry and walk away.

It doesn’t stop there.  2 other guys come up to us and ask that if they can take a picture with us.   One of their gal pals starting telling us that one of these guys girlfriends dumped him.   I was thinking, why could this gal pal take a pic with him? No idea.  Come to think of it, I think these were the same guys that asked us to dance.

Anyway, long story short, none of my girlfriends wanted to take a picture with either one of them.  I, on the other hand felt sorry for the poor guys and did my good deed for the year.  I took a picture with both of them.  My friends say I was a good sport for doing this – haha, was I?

–submitted by Fine, I’ll do it–

If you guys remember, there was a post a while back about a dude who hit on this girl by giving her a flyer and having something written… if you forgot..Here’s a reminder:

Next Top Model

Anyway, I have the honor of bringing it back in the form of a comic – thanks to:

Cowbirds in Love

I ride the city bus to work and some other places on occasion. I have a car that my husband and I share that he normally has. Every day at the terminal I am approached by several men, mostly black guys in their 40s and 50s. The fact they are black does not bother me as at most times i am the only white person at the stop. 

I am not attractive to say, I am 25, kinda heavy, always in uniform. I sit with my ipod and wait for the bus. every day a man will walk up and ask if he can be my friend, says being married dont change a thing, wants to take me out, get my number, I always tell them no but its so invasive having these guys come up and harass me like this. Some are so persist ant even after I tell them i am married. Then they want to know where my husband is. Does it matter? Is there anything that can be done about this?

–submitted by married–

Ok…not to sound like I’m bragging or anything…

I get hit on at the gym CONSTANTLY.  I mean, seriously…I’m all sweaty, my face is bright pink, my hair is tied up, I probably don’t smell that great, I’m out of breath and mostly trying to be unsocial.  What’s the deal?  Does this happen to many people?  Do guys go to the gym to pick up girls on a regular basis? 

I mean, it’s flattering and everything…but seriously, I get hit on more at the gym than I do when I’ve spent an hour getting ready to go out on the town!!!

–submitted by sweaty–

Once, I was waiting for a friend to pick me up on a corner (you know where this is going) and I happened to be wearing a rather fitted sweater dress. Long story short, a homeless crackhead had the nerve to ask me:

“How much?!”

As if he could afford it…

–submitted by Daughter–

I waitressed at the Ground Round the summer I turned 20, and I was damn good at it.

One day, I was working a double shift, and as I walked through the super cool lounge area (read: smoking section), I saw this creepy guy sitting alone in the back laughing to himself. Dude was weird. He was there for hours and, at one point, I saw one of the waiters, who I thought was cute and, more importantly, sane, sitting and talking to him. I approached Doug in the kitchen, and he said that was his cousin.

Next day, I’m talking to Doug’s girlfriend, who also worked at the Ground Round, and she’s all like, “I heard you think Doug’s cousin is hot.” I’m all like, “Not hot. CREEPY.” She was like, “Well, we hate his girlfriend because she’s 18 and has a curfew so we’re like totally going to set you two up.” And I was like, “ew!” (Yes, we really talked like this.)

A couple of weeks later, we went for after work drinks at the bar that served minors and the cousin met us there. He was quiet and distraught over a fight with his girlfriend, and we barely spoke. Which is why I was so shocked the next time we met, when he was completely drunk off his ass and hitting on me. He knocked a Long Island ice tea in his lap and I, as the only sober person there, offered to drive him home to change. He insisted I knocked the drink on him and was trying to get him out of his pants. (W-T-F?!) He expressed his undying love for me and some concern over how he would find me again. (um, I work with your cousin dumb ass.) And when I left for the night, he swore someday I would be his.

Over the next few weeks, we actually became friends, always hanging out with Doug, his girlfriend, and at least 15 of my other coworkers, until the night he kissed me in my car, and I said I couldn’t see him anymore. The next day when he came to the Ground Round to see me, I told him to go home to his girlfriend, and it was then he told me he had broken up with her for me. I went in the back and hyperventilated. Did I really want to date a guy that would dump his girlfriend for a girl he barely knew? (The other issue was I was actually seeing another guy and cheating on him with my ex-boyfriend. It was kind-of a crazy summer for me.)

Eleven years later, I’m so glad I dumped those other guys for him because today we’ve been married for 7 years.

(Though I still stand by my initial statements that he was CREEPY (but also cute) and that he knocked that drink over himself. And if I did take him home to change his pants, I would have brought at least two other people for protection.)

–This post was not submitted, but posted on another site…I thought it was worth reading =D–

Stupid me decided to go hang out around the street cuz there is this guy I like, so I kinda wanted to see his house.

Anyway, this like homeless drunk bum came up and started talking to me. He seemed nice at first, I was being nice to him and we were talking and joking and all — I mean he was total bum though, had a cane, a bag with shitty beer in it, and a black eye.  I’m not a rude person, so it wasn’t like I was gonna tell him to go away and leave me alone, but I didn’t want to tell him I was going home either or then he’d follow me and know where i live.

So, I told him I was going to this bar (which is actually in the same parking lot as my apt.) and apologize to the owner who kicked me out last time for being a bitch at last call (I insisted on getting more beer and was being a bitch lol) — so I figured, this guy probably doesn’t want to go to an actual bar since he has his own pack of beer, but no — he said he wanted to go with me. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! I mean I can’t tell him he can’t go to a public place! so I’m like “um, yeah I guess….” so he walked with me over there, and I told him I wanted to wait outside for the owner cuz I knew he comes out to smoke, and I would talk to him then and apologize.  So we’re waiting, and I’m thinking how the hell am I gonna get home now? If he sees me walk to my house, he’ll know where I live.  The bar was actually about to close, so these people come out that I know from being in there and i told the bum I’d be right back.  Then he stood behind a VAN and HID from the people! WTF! so i go over to the people i know and whisper to them that I need help, I need to get away from that guy and he won’t leave, and i want to go home but he can’t see where I live!

Well one of the guys i was standing with walked over toward the bum (I guess to make sure i wasn’t lying) and then started saying shit about it, about who’s the creepy dude hiding behind the car…a few minutes later we’re all standing together and the bum comes walking out and past us, he either got scared of the guy i was with or realized that i was just trying to get away from him. so he walked by and left, and we all stood around for a minute then they walked me to my house (which is right in the parking lot as the bar) AND NOW I’M SAFE, I HOPE.

I hope he didn’t see where we went, we didn’t see him around after that so hopefully he doesn’t know where i live.

That’ll teach me to go out standing around the streets at 12:30am by myself…

–submitted by all-by-myself–