Aged 23, not long finished uni, first job. Sitting in a coffee shop near my office eating lunch and reading my book.
Older bloke, maybe in his 40s, starts chatting to me about the book. We have an interesting discussion about various books we both know. Fine.
Next day, he is already there at lunch, he offers to buy me coffee. Naive little me, who has only had one boyfriend all through uni and never had much other male attention is flattered and we chat for a bit. Then he says that he only lives across the road and has some books I might like, would I like to come over and have a look? Not right now, I have to get back to work.
No worries, maybe tomorrow?
OK, yeah, sure. Being a complete bookworm, I genuinely thought he was going to lend me books!
Tomorrow comes, we go across to his flat. Before we've even got in the door, he's trying to kiss me. I push him away, what are you doing etc etc, he laughs and says did I really think he just wanted to talk about books with a pretty little thing like me? Pretty? Little? I was very much neither of those things.
I managed to get away and never saw him again, but good grief, how desperate must he have been to have spent that much time and energy to get me into his flat? Thank fuck we hadn't got very far into the room - I may not have made it out.
I was gutted though, I didn't dare go back to the shop, and it was the only coffee shop near my office and I had to eat lunch in the car (no cafeteria at work and I wasn't allowed to eat at my desk - customer facing) for a long time, which wasn't much fun in the middle of winter!