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This drives me mad. I used to work in a bookstore, and was talking to my coworker and he just yelled out “stop flirting with me!” at this ridiculous volume and it was humiliating because 
1. I wasn’t
2. I got in trouble for acting unprofessional 
3. He embarrassed me in front of a line of people
4. And he only stopped insisting that I was flirting when my boyfriend (who is now my husband) said, “dude, trust me, she’s not flirting with you” to him

That asshole respected my BOYFRIEND saying I wasn’t flirting more than he respected me saying it and I was the one who was talking! The whole scene got me in trouble at work. And the most ridiculous part is we were talking about a fucking book. In a bookstore.

One time, my ex boyfriend had a crush on some girl, and said that he thought he might have “a chance” with her.

When I asked him what made him think that, he said “Well, she talks to me.”

And this is why it is so difficult to be a girl and be friends with men who are attracted to women.

Can we also add that this is why a lot of women do the resting bitch face when out in public. Cause dudes swear a glance or a smile is flirting.

So yesterday something that perfectly illustrates this happened. I work at a fast food place and this guy comes in at 7am on a Sunday, still probably drunk from the night before, and when I smiled and said goodmorning he said “Did you just say that because you’re being paid to say that?” 

I repressed my urge to sarcastically answer, and said “Nope, I just enjoy saying hi to everyone!” To which he responded, “Oh, so you weren’t flirting with me then.”

Dude, I’m not flirting with your gross 7am-on-a-Sunday-ass, trust me.

My defense mechanism when I’m uncomfortable at work is to smile, so I did that and said “Is there anything I can get you this morning?” to which he responded,

“There, you just smiled! What does that mean?”

At this point I was fed up, so I said, 

“I smile at everyone sir, its just what I do. What can I get you, coffee, a bagel?”

And he said “I’m gonna be watching to see if you smile at everyone. I don’t like it when girls lie to me” and then ordered a coffee and a muffin like he hadn’t just said something at 11 on the “Is this guy a serial rapist” scale (where 0 is ‘no’ and 10 is ‘Yes, run away as fast as you can right now.”).

Then he sat there for another hour and a half, staring at me from his table. When he got up and left he came back to the counter, and said “You do smile at everyone. That’s fucked up.” and walked out.

I can’t even be innocuously polite and pleasant to people at my job (where customer service is the number one thing we are supposed to be focusing on) for fear of this shit happening. What happens if he had decided to wait until my shift was over? 

New Rule: If she’s at work, SHE’S NOT FLIRTING WITH YOU.

Guys, stop bothering women while they’re working. You’re just being annoying. People have jobs to do that aren’t related to you, and the world doesn’t revolve around your fragile, desperate egos.

and please don’t ask us when we get off. It sends the creep alarm all the way off.

Here’s my story: I was in a bookstore as a customer, with my partner. I went to the counter to ask for a book and my partner trailed along behind me. The guy tells me where I can find it and as I walk away to get it he says to my partner “did you see that hot chick flirting with me, I’m gonna hit that later” to which my partner replied “that’s my fucking wife.”

Asking you to do your job is not flirting.

One time at work I found out that a male coworker thought I was “in love” with him. I literally just had conversations with him like I would with all my other coworkers. But no, apparently that meant I must be in love with him. I don’t understand why guys think that being civil is flirting?? Every time I have been friends with a guy there is always a point when they’ll either ask me “are you flirting with me?” or “do you have a crush on me??”. Why do you assume that just because I’m treating you like a human being then I MUST want to jump your bones. Your egos need to calm the fuck down tbh.

When I was a barista as Starbucks I constantly had guys taking drinks and giving me a creepy smile or asking if I made it special for them.

Trust me dude, your half-caf vanilla latte is no more special than the person behind you.

This is such a long post but YES. I got this for 10 years and retail. You’re trained to smile and be polite. You HAVE to or you get in trouble. The amount of dudes that have mistaken that for flirting… Boggles the mind.

DO NOT. CHAT UP. WOMEN. WHEN THEY’RE WORKING.

DO NOT.

DO. NOT.

because let me tell you something. best case scenario, you’re making her uncomfortable. worst case, you’re scaring the shit out of her.

I’ve been harassed and stalked so many times in my retail career it’s unreal. after the worst incident, I got special permission to wear a false nametag from then on.

I was stalked by a man I spoke to once. two sentences. I greeted him on entering the store and asked if he needed anything. he read my nametag and asked for my number. my male coworker tagged in and let me go stock the backroom until he left.
weird, but seemed harmless enough.
until he called the store every day to ask if I was working.
and asked repeatedly for my schedule, claiming to be my boyfriend. he happened to have the same first name as the guy I was seeing at the time.

thankfully, this had happened to enough women across the company that disclosing a coworkers schedule over the phone to anyone other than that coworker, even if it was one of their family members, was a fireable offense. so no one ever did it.
he kept at it for SIX. MONTHS.
I transferred to another store. he didn’t believe my coworkers when he was told that I didn’t work there anymore, including new hires who had never even met me and knew me only as ‘the girl who used to work here whose stalker won’t stop calling.’ he got hostile. came by and confronted my friend Dave, who had been my supervisor when we worked in the same location and who had been there during my first and only in-person contact with my stalker.
thankfully, Dave is a very good actor.
he told my stalker, tearfully, that I really had transferred to another store. in the city. and that a few days after starting at my new store, I was tragically hit by a bus while walking to work and had passed away.

the daily phone calls finally stopped after that.

I had to FAKE MY DEATH to get away from this fucker. who I had greeted once. because it was my job.

this happens to women in retail often enough that some national companies have guidelines on handing these situations right in the orientation handbook.

hell, our store even had a special ‘I need help but I can’t make a scene because I would be endangering myself’ code. SARA. Send Assistance Right Away. if someone on the sales floor asked a question about ‘sara’ (ex: ‘hey, is sara working today?’) that meant call security and get to that coworker ASAP.

she is being paid to be nice to you.

the only reason she isn’t calling you a creep and telling you to leave is that she is so dependent on her job that she’s weighing her options: is he more of a danger to me than my loss of income would be if I got fired for telling him off?

Working in a sex shop, I’ve been invited to threesomes about twice a week just for being friendly to the customers.

Shit you not I once mentioned to a male friend that I was tired of coworkers/customers thinking I was flirting and he said, “Well you make a lot of eye contact. You can’t blame them.”

Eye contact. Mother. Fucking. Eye. Contact.

This stuff is why I only smile at women and children in public. I put on my murder face the rest of the time.

I work overnight, and a common question is “Are you in for the long hall or are you getting off soon?” That’s from just about all customers from 10pm-2am just because people are curious. No big deal. One night I had a gentleman come in, with a friend and possibly their granddaughter. She was about my age, early 20s.

He made pleasant conversation, just saying he was visiting because he just divorced his wife. I tell him I’m sorry for his loss, give him a nod and a little smile, then go back to watching the self check. We are not allowed to leave the self check because it’s right by the door and we have to watch for shop lifters.

Well he continues talking to me and I just nod and make polite noises, never really looking at him. I go to grab a hand basket a customer left behind and put it up. He followed me. To the register, and to the door where the stack is.

I’m 5’4" and he’s a good deal taller than me. I know this because he all but cornered me against the wall, curving OVER me and looking down at me and asking “So do you have a phone number?”

My creep meter went from about 3 to 20. I was no longer polite, smile gone and I flat out told him “No”. I wasn’t putting up with it. Basket still in hand, I turned to put it between us and abandoned my post. I hunted down my manager and she let me go to lunch. They were there for an extra 30 minutes. And on top of everything he’s one of the ones that asked when I got off. I walked out with a group of stockmen that morning because I was terrified to go to my car. My little pocket knife can only do so much.

WE ARE NOT FLIRTING. ESPECIALLY IF WE ARE LESS THAN HALF YOUR AGE. WE ARE POLITE BECAUSE WE HAVE TO BE. AND SOME WOMEN ARE JUST NICE. LEAVE. US. ALONE.

I rarely talk about my personal life, but not too long ago I met a guy at my college who started checking me out after I changed my hair a little bit. He kept staring at me while I ate my dinner and it was making me uncomfortable a little. He than asked for my number when he left and I thought I was judging a book by it’s cover and I did. That was a massive mistake on my part.

He never stopped texting me, he continuously tried to get together with me and I refused unless it was in the premises of the college. I even flat out lied and told him I was always busy; but he STILL didn’t get the message! He couldn’t even tell I was scared! 

One day, he texted me twice while I was in class wanting to know if we were meeting up today, even though I told him I was in class. My teacher had a strict no cellphones in class policy (fortunately he’s an understanding man and I told him what was up) I was furious and yelled at the creep. He didn’t see it as a big deal and still followed me like a lost puppy. I was still pissed beyond belief and while smiling and checking me out, he asks me to dinner.

I told him no since I am not looking for romance at the moment and started begging me to forget it. I mention he made it awkward and he didn’t see it as awkward and right then and there he pole-vaulted over the line I drew; he went into the class I was going to have my next class and asked the girls in there if it was awkward. I sat in the hallway, mortified beyond belief. I went into the bathroom to cool off (after telling him I had a family emergency and it was actually my cat getting sick)  and decided to tell him to go f*** himself. I came out of the bathroom and was going into the class and I bumped into him and he started apologizing like crazy, claiming our ‘friendship’ was important to him and right there I told him to leave me alone. 

 I later learned from my classmates while he was in the classroom, he was flirting with my female classmates. I literally felt like a giant weight was lifted when I told him off but I still feared for my safety for a few weeks. Hell, my mom waited outside my class for me out of safety concerns. I blocked the guy on all social media and my phone. After that, I decided to listen to my gut more.

My point is guys, when a girl shows she’s uncomfortable and not interested, be respectful and LEAVE. HER. THE. HELL. ALONE!!!