I went for blood tests this morning. I went to a lab. I'm in France. The guy taking my blood was a bit touchy-feely/flirty. He asked me what I did for a living. I'm a translator. He then said that he needed some translation work doing and so he'd take my number. He picked up my file and typed my number into his phone. I explained that I didn't do medical translation and that I was a literary translator, but he said he'd take it anyway in case he wrote a book.
That's unusual, isn't it? He was being a creep.
And I'm too polite! I wished him a good day and walked out. I'm now wishing I'd said something.
Maybe I'm being too sensitive. Maybe he really does need a translation, but I doubt it.
I wish I had more courage. I'm a raging feminist, but I only talk the talk.
I wish I had the courage to tell men like this to fuck off. It's just that it wasn't quite "bad" enough to do anything about. Do you know what I mean? It was your everyday, mild creepiness.
AIBU? Would you have said something?