*boyspoke…we’re not kidding around*

So now I know what it feels like.

I was at a club on Saturday night, out on the dance floor, when some random drunk dude came up to me, grabbed me by the hand, actually twirled me around and told me, "I love your shirt, man." (I was wearing just a plain old Jimmy Eat World t-shirt from their last tour — looks like this on the front, so nothing special, really, although it is one of my favorite albums. But I digress.) Properly flustered (and possibly a little dizzy from being twirled), I responded, "Uhh… thanks."

10 minutes later. I'm still dancing with my friend (who is female, just for reference's sake). Same dude comes up to me. "I love your shirt, man." I again responded with "thanks" and went back to dancing with my friend.

Another 20 minutes go by. It happens again. Same guy comes up to me and tells me, "I love your shirt, man." I finally told him, "Yeah, I know, you've told me twice already."

Is this really what it's like for you women? When you go out and you get hit on relentlessly by drunken guys who don't seem to understand when you're really not interested but you still get barraged by these inane pickup lines? I mean, I'm not hard-wired to really comprehend this kind of input, so I have no idea if he was just being completely blitzed or if he was, as my friend insists… well, hitting on me. Because if this is really what it's like for women when they're hit on like that, I swear that I will never go out and get smashingly drunk, since I have absolutely no desire to be That Guy.

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