So this week the BF and I went to Prescott for 3.5 days (he had to go for work and since I start my new job tomorrow I figured this would be the last chance I’d have to get away…and Prescott is about 20-25 degrees cooler than Phoenix so it was a nice getaway). I had a great time! The BF was off working during business hours but I got to hang out with him at night (he was really glad I was there, I guess his work was pretty tedious during the day and he didn’t want to be alone at night), and during the day explore the town and do my own thing.
Thursday was the most notable day. I had dropped him off at work and had the car, and among other things (tasty lunch, hiking a trail that’s literally in the middle of downtown, and visiting some antique stores), I went to Bucky’s Casino to kill some time playing slots. I was thrilled when I found a really fun game called Milk Money (the bonus round is when you pick a cow to milk and the cow does a sexy dance in the milking vat, which after a couple of beers was just hilarious to watch). I was also doing pretty well at the game and not losing any money, which was great.
Then this old guy (well, not super old, but in his sixties for sure) sits at the machine next to me. I get this weird vibe like he is checking me out, but I think to myself, he’s probably just old and lonely. Everyone who lives in Prescott is either a parent with young children or prehistoric, so maybe he doesn’t have any friends. He asks how I am doing at the game and I say fine. A few more weird-vibe minutes go by and then he leans over and whispers in my ear, “nice tits.”
Figuring I can’t possibly have heard him correctly, I say, “excuse me?!?” He yells (much louder), “NICE TITS!!!” I am pretty aghast and can’t really figure out what to do. It is a tiny casino, I have about 45 minutes to kill before picking up the BF, and I am really enjoying the game I am playing. I opt for the minimal-response/ignore when possible routine, and make sure to mention I have a boyfriend (usually a technique reserved for skeezy dudes my own age). His response to that is, “If you didn’t have a boyfriend, maybe we could get together.” I tell him this would be impossible, and eventually he loses his money and says he is going to another machine. Thank god. When he stands up he kind of stands behind me and puts a hand on my shoulder and looks down my tank top and says again, “those tits are really fantastic,” and then leaves.
Is there something better I could have done? No doubt my original assessment of him being lonely was right on, but that was kind of a disgusting turn of events. I could have been much ruder but I wasn’t sure what purpose that would serve. What do you guys think?