I'm old. Seriously well past middle age and approaching senescence. I like doing stuff on my own; in fact it's great. So why do men feel the need to pass comments to me? It's fucking infuriating. It's not offensive remarks (though god knows I had plenty of that when I was younger) but jokey flirtatious crap. Example: I'm in a fairly upmarket arts venue, browsing the work on view. I happen to be looking at a painting of a wine bottle when the attendant hovers over and offers this pearl of wisdom: "You're too young to drink".
This stuff gives me the rage. I don't want to be interrupted in this way. I must have some kind of approachable appearance because I bet fierce upper class women don't get bothered in this way.
AIBU? would you be flattered? how would you lovely mumsnetters respond to this? I just laughed inanely and wandered off. I know it's not serious enough to report the poor guy but I find it so, so annoying.