What I find depressing is being trapped between a man on one side, two walls and a table on the others. A man that wouldn't leave me alone despite me asking him politely several times after making civil conversation and dropping numerous hints (waste of time of course), then less politely, and then with several outright fuck offs in various forms.
What I find more depressing is his return soon after to tell me he had figured it out and the reason I wasn't interested is because I'm a lesbian. Because it couldn't possibly be the fact I'm not remotely attracted to a man nearly twice my age with no capacity to understand how intrusive he was being and how uncomfortable it was making me because he was so caught up in telling me about his job and how 'cute' he thinks I am.
What I find even more depressing is the fact his friend came over later to apologise for his rudeness and proceeded to try and make conversation despite being told my friend and I were not interested.
More depressing still, when a male friend joined they left us alone - until he went to the loo and they BOTH came over to ask why we didn't want to talk to them.
I hadn't seen that friend in over 5 years and we spent far too much time telling these idiots in no uncertain terms to go away and leave us alone.
As much as I would love to see how uncomfortable they would feel if that happened to them, I still don't think they would see the comparison and understand that their behaviour was disgusting. Entitled pricks.