I’ve never felt as amazing as when I, my coworker, and my new Irish friend told this obnoxious guy to fuck off tonight. He came around us with his sweaty pits around my friend and kept trying to hit on us.
Why do drunk guys always assume women have low self-esteem? Like, NEWSFLASH! We don’t. You’re not our hero. You’re annoying. For ex:
The thing about this guy is that he thought calling us beautiful mattered. When he had his arm around my coworker and she immediately told him to take his arm off her, his reaction was to say, “Aww, come on; you ladies are beautiful!” as though us rejecting him negated that fact. No. We started laughing at him. So he switched corners (we were three girls, so he came between me and coworker this time, hence switching corners). Then he tried his game again, telling us it was his “nineteenth birthday” and that “we were beautiful ladies who deserved a good night”. My coworker told him she was old enough to be his mother. “That’s totally fine,” he said. We laughed at him again. But I took pity on him (sadly) and decided to be straightforward. “Listen, we’re not interested. We’re here having a nice conversation. So let us alone and go enjoy your night like you should.” I thought my candidness was nice enough, more than he deserved at this point. His response?
"Awww, you don’t need to feel that way. You girls are so beautiful!”
Need. Need. Beautiful enough to not NEED to feel that way.Seriously? At that point, I was like naahhhhhhhh. This little shit is done. “Yes. I know I’m beautiful. We’re still not interested. Now go away,” was all I said, confidence intact and beaming.
He kept trying for a few minutes, and I (and my two other wondergirls) kept telling him, yes, we know we’re beautiful, and, no, it doesn’t actually have anything to do with you, so at this point fuck off and leave us in our awesomeness. Shitface-whom-we-tried-to-be-polite-with-at-first-but-fuck-your-entitlement.
Anyway, he sorta left for two minutes before coming back to tell us that “we had our panties stuck too far up between our legs” and managing to call us “bitches” before his friends pulled him out the bar door with horrified looks on their faces.
I don’t think any of us has ever laughed so hard in our lives. It was the best.
It just goes to show how entitled and self-important men feel when it comes to women. We don’t need them to feel beautiful and have a good time (and that bothers them). And I think I fell a little bit in love with these two women companions I had after tonight’s experience.
They turned what could have been a really insulting moment into a really awesome and empowering one. ‘Cause we’re awesome and fun. Awesome. And fun. And havin’ nunya controlling misogynistic shit, boys.