And OMG men are as bad an MN say they are.
Or one man anyway.
I'd had a nice day out, walked a long way and needed the loo and a drink. A pint, I thought, would be lovely.
Found a busy pub with a large outdoor shaded area, went in, used the loo and got myself a pint. Settled down on a bench outside with my book.
Most people ignored me, as I'd expect. I was aware of a man glancing across at me, but ignored him with my book. Then he got up and sat next to me (long bench seating, not tables). His opening line was something about the way I'd crossed my legs. Apparently the direction meant I didn't like him. Tbh, I initially thought he was just rambling to himself and ignored him, but he became more insistent and louder. "Why are you interested in all other men, but not me. When I die I'll invite only women to my funeral, they'll have a party."
I said quite firmly. "I'm not interested in any men, but you're annoying me." And went back to the book. If I thought he listen I'd have told him that if he'd made conversation about the weather, it could have been quite pleasant. He wasn't bad looking and younger than me!
Anyway, it must have been obvious to other patrons and staff he was bothering me, but no one came to my rescue and eventually he left.
Should I have done things differently? I felt I handled him OK, but I was surprised none of the middle aged people (like me) around me intervened at all.