The obsessed

Sometimes you head out for a girls night out with hopes of lively banter, views of cute boys, maybe some fun flirtation and an opportunity to bond with your fabulous girls.  You are in the middle of doing just that, everyone has a stool at the bar, eyes are casing the joint, laughing at the ratio of men to women in this dive bar and a total menace approaches.  This particular menace is unruly, wasted, persistent, ravaged with bad breath, and stammering about, wavering against the bar and invading our space.  All it takes is a few more minutes and there you have it, the girls get pissed.  They ask him to leave, and he won't.  He just keeps on and on.  Why do the obsessed weirdos exist and persist?  Later that evening the girls evacuate, running down the street to ensure the creep is not on their trail.  They land at another spot, and chat with some sweet young lads.  Before departing, one of the young lads got so persistent about getting Ginny's number, she said "darling this is not realistic, I am a decade older and I simply know how these things end!" She felt like Samantha in SITC, breaking this cute little lad's heart that night as she fled the bar without handing over her digits.  Sometimes when you could care less, the men just want you more.