So I was in a gas station at two in the morning the other day, dressed in my red corset, garters, thigh-highs, boyshort underwear, and four-inch stiletto heels. No, I do not usually do this, we had just gotten out of Rocky Horror Picture Show and a friend needed to stop for cigarettes. It was even the gas station across from the theater, so they had an idea of what was going on.
Into the gas station walks a guy that, about six weeks ago, I had made out with a bit in a bar. I'm not talking "take me home now" making out, I'm talking about "you're cute and I'm a bit tipsy so why not" making out. He wasn't entirely my type, but he seemed nice enough, and possibly worth a one-night or one-weekend stand. I did call him once, but his mom answered the phone and either he never called back or he never got the message. Either way, I'd pretty much forgotten about him.
Until he walked into that gas station. First, he stared at me (sure, considering the outfit a legitimate reaction.) Then he walked up until he was about 2 inches from my face and said "why the fuck didn't you call?" To which I honestly responded, while backing up, that I had called and he had never returned said call. Then he announced to all that were listening that I was "his girl" and that he "owned this girl." I'm not talking about in a joking or sarcastic voice either - he introduced me to the rest of his group as and only as "his girl."
At this point, I basically gave him the cold shoulder. Physically turned around, didn't look at him, and simply said "I'm sorry, not me, but have a good night." To which he responded by threatening several times to "spank [me] right here and now", including raising his arm up as if he were about to. When I didn't respond, he got into my face and started insisting that I "Look at him NOW!" I glanced over and turned away, and he seemed to partially get the message.
Until we were leaving. For a few seconds, he seemed as if he were trying to get me to either come with him or he was going to get into the car with us. Either way, he just didn't seem to get the idea that I had NO desire to interact with him that way.
I don't have many doubts about my ability to take care of myself in general, but I admit I was glad to have friends with me there - I wouldn't have put it past this guy to push me up against the car had I been alone. This is why I don't play the bar scene much - you never know who you're getting - and this was a side of this guy I most certainly did NOT see the night I got his number.
I was firmly convinced the idea of kiss-as-contract went out in high school. Silly me.
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