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[nonethefewer]

Seems I posted this without taking out the top bit.

The other day, I went out to read at the bar.  Some guy came over and started chatting with me, and it was all cool -- he seemed interesting enough, and I was a little low in the extroversion department, no worries.  Plus, Star Trek nattering, w00t.

He had this flirting style, though, that involved being... too-quickly inclusive, I guess.  Or presumptuous?  Something.  A sample:

Dude: That wasn't nice.
Xtina: I'm not a nice person.
Dude: We'll have to work on that.
Xtina: ...what's this we bullshit?

He kept doing that "we" thing; the "bullshit" line of mine was after a few repeats of that.  Dear random dude: not charming at all.  In fact, bloody irritating.

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[sinboy.livejournal.com]

Nargh. I have no idea how to flirt with you, but I know how *not* to, and that's certainly it, right there.

[the-xtina.livejournal.com]

Even starting with the part where I'm not nice.  Like "being nice" is a bloody virtue, or something.

(I read something recently about how kindness is way better than niceness, within the realm of social-justice stuff, and I can't find it.  Arr.)

[metahacker.livejournal.com]

Wow. I can only imagine him mentally ending each of his sentences with "...in bed."

[terriaminute.livejournal.com]

You talked with him longer than I would have. Ick Ick Ick.

MY HUSBANDS don't talk to me as if I am owned. They are the only persons on the planet anywhere near being allowed to - but it never would occur to them. Because, you know, they respect me.

I feel like I need a shot of something strong to get the taste of this guy out of my brain, you know?

[rosefox]

Ew, gross.