Wednesday, 09 March 2011
Over the weekend, I visited a bar with a few friends. The bar was crowded and there were cute boys lining the walls. As we stood around, this hefty guy crept towards our group to say hello to a buddy of mine. He was wearing khaki beach shorts in the middle of February and a porkpie hat to top off his charming look.
He wasn't much taller than I was and had arm and shoulder muscles bigger than my torso. He wasn't my type, but I couldn't be rude to a friend's friend. He was hanging around me, sending my friend face signals and hands gestures until we were introduced.
As we shook hands I said, "Hi, my name is Lourdes," in his ear over the loud music. After this, he said something in my ear but I couldn't quite understand.
"What?" I replied. He tried again, but I still couldn't hear over the DJ's speaker sitting a few feet away from us.
"I'm..." he yelled. I understood he was trying to tell me his name but I couldn't place it.
"Pretty?" I asked. He shook his head hard and tried once more.
"Sturdy?" I was getting frustrated.
Finally, he came close and said it in between a song.
It took me a moment to realize what he had just said. I shot my friend a look to make sure I wasn't just hearing things, because I was almost positive I heard incorrectly again.
"Dirty?" I asked. He smiled.
"Dirty." I confirmed, confused trying to make positive that this man was identifying himself as filth.
He continued to smile at me and perform goofy dances while I was trying to recollect my thoughts. This guy had just tried to pick me up with an introduction like 'Dirty', and it seemed like a serious effort.
I had to laugh it off. It was as if I would have marched up to a guy and introduced myself as "Slut" or worse, the male deal breaker: "Clingy." Yikes!
This night only proved what I already knew. It takes real courage and class to be a single girl.
What's the worse method someone used to pick you up?