Dude: Can I have your number?Repeat.
Me: No.
Dude: Why not?
Me: Because I said so.
Dude: But why not?
Me: Because I don't want to.
Dude: Well, I'll give you my number.
Me: No.
Dude: But why not?
Me: I don't want it.
Dude: Well, can I have your number?
Me: No.
Dude: Why no?
Me: Because I said no.
Dude: I'll give you mine then.
Me: No.
Dude: Why no?
Me: I'm not interested.
Dude: Why not? I'll text you tonight! We're friends.
Me: I've known you for ten minutes.
Dude: Haha well, ok, I'll give you my number.
Me: No.
Dude: Well then give me your number.
Me: No.
Dude: For what reason?
Me: Because I said no and I think that's reason enough.
Dude: But why?
Me: Because I don't want to give it to you.
Dude: Then I'll give you my number.
Me: No.
At one point he said "But I'm a nice guy!" and I almost responded "But you're not even wearing a fedora!" (He probably wouldn't have gotten that joke.)
To top it off, my legs were super hairy because I was too sick to shave last week and I barely had enough energy to get through a shower, so I wasn't exactly dressed to impress.
By the time I said "Because I said no and I think that's reason enough" the first time, three other people were at the bus stop, one woman eyeing him suspiciously and fiddling with her phone. I considered texting male friends until one called to pretend to be my boyfriend, but I shouldn't have to do that.
So I just said no over and over. I didn't lie, make excuses, panic, or lash out. I repeatedly told him that me saying so should be enough. He didn't get on my bus and I just went on with my day and had a good time.
So there, Dude.
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