No Means No

When a woman says "no" to a man...what is it that he doesn't seem to understand? The little runt that followed me around ALL night Saturday was one of these men. He kept asking me to dance...I kept telling him no. He'd persist and try to pull me out of my chair. I planted my feel firmly on the ground and again said no. He starts buying me beers in hopes that I will get drunk and change my mind. I told him flat out, "Stop buying me beers...there is no way I'm going to go out there and dance!" Still he persisted. I couldn't get away from him...he was like a pesky fly. Everywhere I went, he followed, I just wanted to squash him.

When the country club started kicking us out so they could close, many of us went to The Whistlepost Tavern (the local hang out). Guess who follows us there...yup and he sat himself at our table and continues the annoying chatter. Thank freakin' goodness one of my best friends, Jeff, works there and was our server. I whispered my little dilemma in his ear and he grinned at me wickedly. For the rest of the night, Jeff acted as my boyfriend. He'd pretend to whisper things in my ear as he walked by and we were very touchy feely...Fortunately for me, it worked. I think Chris definetly got the hint. Jeff, buddy, thanks for having my back! I owe you.