Certified Legendary Thread Awkward Flirting Stories

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I mean the next day when you saw him coming over again, seems better than you quitting your job.
Obviously I didn't expect him to make an appearance, but there were multiple factors I could attribute to my resignation. He was just the tip of the scale, and I can't say that the majority of my customers past 9pm were unlike him
 
Had work a couple nights ago, nowhere special seeing as I'm only 17. Always get some interesting customers coming in as I work at Crown, which is particularly rich with drunken idiots and wealthy champagne sippers. Was doing an overnight shift and at approximately 1am probably the biggest man mountain I had ever seen stood before me. He had one of those tight white shirts on about 5 sizes too small that, although complemented his fake tan, made him look like a monumental twat. I'm pretty short in stature and this Zyzz-type meathead only emphasised this. "Next waiting! How can I help you?" I mutter with his pecs in my direct line of vision. "I have appel pie pliz". Import accent, not ideal but not a complete no go. "Was that all for today?" I say, his pectorials seeming to grow the more I look. "Yes". I mentally establish he is a man of few words. He gets his apple pie and eats it standing a few metres away from my counter, staring at me the entire time. He comes to order again. Same story. He finally comes up to my counter one more time, and he asks me "You have boyfrent?". With a slight grimace on my face in response to his sharp accent, I say no. He asks me - get this, not for my number but what time I finish work. "I finish at 5:30am", I say hesitantly. "Okeh I wait for you" he says. I nod and serve the next customers, expecting him to leave and go play poker or do whatever the hell it is that people enjoy doing at Crown. I realise 1 and a half hours into "standing in front of Maccas and chill" that he's literally waiting for me outside my work for 3 and a half odd hours. I felt bad and so I scribbled my number down for him and told him to leave. He took it and said "I come back when you finish". I finish work and check my phone to come back to, I kid you not, 8 missed calls and numerous texts literally saying "Hey", "Babe", "I wanna see u", "I live near Southern Cross I come see u after work", "Why u no answer", "U have car?", "Wait u to young", "Where are u now?", "What u doing today", "What's ur fb". ABORT MISSION. I texted him in a panic and lied saying that I got picked up from work when in reality circumstances dictated that I had to wait till 7 for the first train to come. At 7 I left my workplace with my jacket draped on my head, ran to Southern Cross and boarded my train. One blocked number later and I have since resigned. Interesting people.

maccas at crown?
 

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Had work a couple nights ago, nowhere special seeing as I'm only 17. Always get some interesting customers coming in as I work at Crown, which is particularly rich with drunken idiots and wealthy champagne sippers. Was doing an overnight shift and at approximately 1am probably the biggest man mountain I had ever seen stood before me. He had one of those tight white shirts on about 5 sizes too small that, although complemented his fake tan, made him look like a monumental twat. I'm pretty short in stature and this Zyzz-type meathead only emphasised this. "Next waiting! How can I help you?" I mutter with his pecs in my direct line of vision. "I have appel pie pliz". Import accent, not ideal but not a complete no go. "Was that all for today?" I say, his pectorials seeming to grow the more I look. "Yes". I mentally establish he is a man of few words. He gets his apple pie and eats it standing a few metres away from my counter, staring at me the entire time. He comes to order again. Same story. He finally comes up to my counter one more time, and he asks me "You have boyfrent?". With a slight grimace on my face in response to his sharp accent, I say no. He asks me - get this, not for my number but what time I finish work. "I finish at 5:30am", I say hesitantly. "Okeh I wait for you" he says. I nod and serve the next customers, expecting him to leave and go play poker or do whatever the hell it is that people enjoy doing at Crown. I realise 1 and a half hours into "standing in front of Maccas and chill" that he's literally waiting for me outside my work for 3 and a half odd hours. I felt bad and so I scribbled my number down for him and told him to leave. He took it and said "I come back when you finish". I finish work and check my phone to come back to, I kid you not, 8 missed calls and numerous texts literally saying "Hey", "Babe", "I wanna see u", "I live near Southern Cross I come see u after work", "Why u no answer", "U have car?", "Wait u to young", "Where are u now?", "What u doing today", "What's ur fb". ABORT MISSION. I texted him in a panic and lied saying that I got picked up from work when in reality circumstances dictated that I had to wait till 7 for the first train to come. At 7 I left my workplace with my jacket draped on my head, ran to Southern Cross and boarded my train. One blocked number later and I have since resigned. Interesting people.

Given this thread has pretty much now descended into a certified 3 ring circus I am going to indulge....

You mention pecs a lot in the above story. By chance in his broken English did he say, or type something to you along the lines of "everybody in the club getting titts!!!"

Because I can see how that would have been awkward for you......
 
I honestly thought he was harmless until I came back to all those texts and calls. Obviously was a bit weird that he was waiting around for me initially, but thought nothing of it except in hindsight

No offense, but girls can be so damned dumb.

Unless he was attractive and you were keen to bang him, then fair play.
 
Given this thread has pretty much now descended into a certified 3 ring circus I am going to indulge....

You mention pecs a lot in the above story. By chance in his broken English did he say, or type something to you along the lines of "everybody in the club getting titts!!!"

Because I can see how that would have been awkward for you......

If he'd gone with that line, I'd say CatGirl would've been so enamoured with his humor, that she would've slept with him and possibly married him.
 

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If he'd gone with that line, I'd say CatGirl would've been so enamoured with his humor, that she would've slept with him and possibly married him.
This may/may not be accurate

Prepare to be inundated with PMs.
Eh

No offense, but girls can be so damned dumb.

Unless he was attractive and you were keen to bang him, then fair play.
Offense taken. It's not everyday that you give a guy your number and expect him to be crazy. Not keen to bang anyone either, I'm not like that.


Given this thread has pretty much now descended into a certified 3 ring circus I am going to indulge....

You mention pecs a lot in the above story. By chance in his broken English did he say, or type something to you along the lines of "everybody in the club getting titts!!!"

Because I can see how that would have been awkward for you......
Club? I thought I was in a food court in greasy McDonalds uniform, this is news to me! I'm assuming they have clubs at Crown? :drunk:
 
Offense taken. It's not everyday that you give a guy your number and expect him to be crazy. Not keen to bang anyone either, I'm not like that.

I'm confused though; based on your post, I assumed he was way too old for you, and a *******; so if you weren't interested at all, then why tell him what time you get off of work, or that you're single, little loan giving him your number?
 
I'm confused though; based on your post, I assumed he was way too old for you, and a *******; so if you weren't interested at all, then why tell him what time you get off of work, or that you're single, little loan giving him your number?

Little loan?? Little loan????? LOL it's let alone, you spanner. That's a real Mr Meaner right there.
 
I'm confused though; based on your post, I assumed he was way too old for you, and a *******; so if you weren't interested at all, then why tell him what time you get off of work, or that you're single, little loan giving him your number?
He looked around 21. Reasonable age gap. I was initially interested in getting to know him, but as aforesaid I didn't expect him to turn out weird like that. Believe it or not, not everyone is sexually motivated in this day and age. Giving out my number personally has no correlation with me wanting to jump their bones. But I understand why a lot of males would think otherwise, sex has become that easy to obtain
 
He looked around 21. Reasonable age gap. I was initially interested in getting to know him, but as aforesaid I didn't expect him to turn out weird like that. Believe it or not, not everyone is sexually motivated in this day and age. Giving out my number personally has no correlation with me wanting to jump their bones. But I understand why a lot of males would think otherwise, sex has become that easy to obtain

I got the impression you weren't interested in him at all, so I couldn't figure out why you'd given him your number.
My bad ;)
 
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