So, I gave him a black eye...
Hmmm... I am at no shortage for stories about weird guys hitting on me. (It's always weird guys. Never men who seem to be sane and stable.)
The most memorable was New Year's Eve two year ago. This drunk dude was using all the cheesiest pick-up lines, and I was having none of it. I swear I could see the moment he decided to just be a total dick: He took his glass of red wine, said, "Oops!" and dumped it on the front of my favorite shirt. As if he thought that was the magic touch, he says, "Oh darn. Looks like we need to get you out of that shirt.
He left with a black eye, and I wasn't allowed to go back there for a while. (I have since been re-admitted under the condition I'm not allowed to hit anyone.)
yea sure you bully. you and your battle stained shirt! lol