I did once. I went to a bar, and there at the counter sat a truly stunning woman. Like a doll – very delicate and incredibly beautiful face. So naturally, I sat down next to her, tried to look manly, and asked, “Can I buy you a drink?”
The lady got annoyed and gave me a proper lecture, saying that every single time she just wants to sit down in peace and have a drink, some guy always comes to hit on her. She was absolutely pissed that she can never be left alone in a bar.
So I politely apologized and, feeling embarrassed, focused on sipping my beer. A bit later, I noticed a really big guy walk in. Must’ve been two meters tall, muscles bulging like Jason Momoa, and his face was at least just as handsome. Well, of course, he noticed the lady sitting next to me at the bar, his face lit up, and he started walking toward her.
As a gentleman, I stood up, stepped between them, and in the bravest voice I could manage, said, “Sorry, buddy, but the lady doesn’t want to be disturbed.”
The guy stared straight into my eyes. I saw his gaze tighten, the vein on his temple start to bulge, then he said “okay” and turned away—
And then bam! I got punched straight in the eye!
You wouldn’t believe how hard such a small and delicate woman can hit!
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