And I am mean?

I don’t even know how to start this, because I feel bad for saying mean things about someone that I actually like as a person, when they are not drinking, and when they are not being super overwhelming. So I apologize in advance. But I think regardless any guy can pretty much score a girl if you take a step back and lose your creepiness, maybe be respectful and nice, and not insult someone over and over. Anyways...

So creepers are the worst. Absolute worst. And when they ruin my night and make me leave the bar I want to punch them in the face. Honestly. So here’s my situation. I am out hanging out with friends and there is this one dude who has been consistently trying to get with me for like a year or so now. I have never hooked up with him and have never given him any reason to believe that I was interested in doing so either. I’m not going to blame him for his interest but I would like to think that after his first or second, maybe fifteenth time trying he might get the point. Yea, not so much.

After like three hours or so of drinking this ends up to be the last hour of conversation I can take before I have to angrily leave the bar in frustration.
Upon entering the bar, dude insists on switching bar stools around to get next to me. He offers to buy me a drink...

Me: Nah I’m okay, I can get it.
Dude: No, I’ll get it. It’s cool. Don’t worry about it. I got it. How about a shot too?
Me: Well…I guess I can’t really say no, and I am broke, so sure.

So I get my drink and decide smoking a cig might eliminate anymore awkward passes. Dude follows. Cabs are passing by…

Me: Ahh man, I hate paying for cabs, shit costs me like 30 bucks a night.
Dude: Well you wanna sleep at my place?
Me: Nah I am alright. I’m good. Just complaining.
Dude: Well you wanna come up to my place and just look around?
Me: Nah I am alright. I’m chilling.
Dude: Why not?
Me: Ummm. I dunno. Cause I don’t.
Dude: What’s your problem? Why are you so mean? Lighten up.
Me: Ummmm. Okay.

So there is a bunch of awkward silence because I am obviously just a mean and bitter person. Thankfully, our group of friends come out to save me. After like 5 min pass by, and now I am showing signs of non-bitter behavior like laughing and smiling and all that good stuff.

Dude: Hey, you wanna go get another drink?
Me: Nah, I got one.
Dude: Why not?
Me: Well I have a full beer, and I don’t need another.
Dude: Why not?

Awkward silence. What is he not getting??

Me: I just told you I have a full beer.
Dude: What’s your problem? Why are you being such a bitch? You are like so mean.
Me: Okay? I guess I am.

Now at this point, I am getting really mad. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to actually be really mean and flip out on this dude. And then, dude proceeds to start rubbing my leg.

Me: Ummm, could you please stop?
Dude: Gosh. Mean. You are just mean.
Me: Okay?
Dude (to our friends): Isn't Laura just mean? Mean.

He proceeds to get up and walk away. Everyone is kinda just wondering what is going on.

So, at this point I decide, with the best judgment I have to just leave. I am pissed that I have to end my night short because I am mean, for actually not being mean, and for being respectful of his feelings. I actually make up some excuse as to why I am bailing, rather than flipping the eff out. The worst part is, dude is actually really cute and a nice person, but drinking just turns him into this overwhelming pushy creeper. And I am labeled as the bitchy, non-fun, girl at the party. Not fair. I probably got bashed for the rest of the night.

This has got to be a joke.

I don’t even know what the moral of this story is except for creepers are the worst. And days later I am still annoyed. Ugghhhh.