What is the most extreme thing you've done to get a person to stop being interested in you?

Sure enough, he moved in….and without thinking I said, “Did you know that after 5 years of celibacy you can reclaim virgin status?” I don’t know WHERE that came from, but there it was! And it gave him pause just long enough for me to slip away! Heh!

That gave me a good laugh :)

The worst I’ve done is simply stop responding to all forms of communication. I haven’t constructed elaborate lies or anything.

Pretended I already had a girlfriend.

I was blunt, I just said to f off, I’m not interested. She kept edging on thinking I was playing hard to get, so I splashed her in the face with some of the coke I was drinking.

Not to sidetrack the thread….but guys: isn’t it weird to turn down a woman? Unwanted attention from females is very uncomfortable for me. I really feel for women that have to deal with it on a daily basis.

@FutureMemory Well, I had no choice but to interact with the ex con, since his girlfriend kept bringing him over to my house when she picked up her little girl. He’d stand behind her and look me up and down and almost literally drool. It made me sick to think that he knew where I lived…..the poor little girl. She started have potty accidents when he came back in their lives. I’m sure he was molesting her. I even called CPS, but, of course, nothing was done. Then he went back to jail, and the little girl wasn’t having any more accidents.

@Dutchess_III Sounds like a first class scumbag.

For most of my life, I never had the opportunity to turn a woman away. After a while, I couldn’t imagine ever needing to do it, so when the time came where I should have, I didn’t know how. I was still operating in “undesirable me” mode.

Well, this guy kept asking me out (How about Friday? No I’m busy. How about Saturday then? No, I’m busy.) until finally I blurted “I’m busy for the rest of the summer.”

I was really embarrassed, but he wouldn’t take a hint.

I told someone I was engaged so he would stop calling me.

@FutureMemory He was. Gave me nightmares for a long time. I was a single mom, living by myself with my kids. It was just a bad situation.

Well my mom always used to teach me (when I was little) to say to men that my legs are crooked and hairy (oh, Russians) – I never used that excuse because my legs are straight and kind of hairy and I think they’re great but I do generally like to piss off sexist and harassing men by telling them I am a lesbian and that penises make me laugh.

Back when I was still trying to present as a girl, I would tell men that I was a lesbian. Looking back it would have been funnier, and probably more effective, to tell them the truth.

I’ve had to pretend to be in a relationship in order to get a guy to back off. I’ve also pretended to be a male friend’s (actually my fiance’s best friend) girlfriend to get a girl to leave him alone.

@Simone_De_Beauvoir: Penises make lots of straight women laugh too.

This.

i’m not proud of it

I had just rented and moved into a really, REALLY tiny room, and I had a lot of stuff. I mean, it would have made a normal sized room look cluttered, but this room was so mini that it made me look like one of those crazed hoarders who dies one day under a crapalanche. I was totally embarrassed about it and took great pains to not have to show anyone my living quarters.

So one day I had this blind date that I met out of the “singles” section of the local alternative paper. I worried what would happen if we really got along, because I knew that seeing my room would freak anyone out. Well, as it turns out, he was a complete putz. He was obnoxious, held political and social opinions that I disagreed with, was twice my age (not that it matters if you like each other), was rude to the waitron, didn’t believe in tipping because of his religion, and was just a total arsewisp.

When the date was over we got back to my place and he wanted to come in. So we sat in the living room: me, him, and my housemate (i.e., pre-arranged chaperone who would disappear if I gave the signal). This guy was still trying to push his way into my bedroom – so – I let him see it.

I opened the door and he took in the complete cluttered squalor. “I never throw anything away!” I said cheerfully. (I do,but I was aiming to scare him off.) “Do you want to see my third grade pictures? Want to read some of my angsty high school poetry? Or I can show you my stuffed animals from when I was a kid!”

He got this “please, no!” look on his face and said that it was getting late, he had to go, he’d call soon. Needless to say, he never called, thank the gods.

@laureth Best story ever!

@laureth @FutureMemory X2!!!!!

What, what, wha….? Guess I am missing something, I never had to throw a woman off the sent or make her give up the hunt, none never left the cabin or mounted a horse to get on the trail. The question is not what I have done to get them to go away it is what possible I could have done other than wearing a necklace make of $100 bills that would have even got them to look, less they wanted me to pay for their “self-medicating” habit?