Nsfw if you want- Who has made the creepiest, most unexpected pass at you?

When I was 16 I got pulled over for speeding. The police officer (looked late 30s, early 40s) asked me out. I was confused, and later grossed out.

I was in gym class in high school sitting on a table without my shoes on waiting for my turn for tumbling. A male coach came by, grabbed my foot and rubbed his crotch with it. I was stunned. It happened so fast, no one saw it.

I’m still waiting for someone to make the first pass at me, :-(

I was talking to a classmate (and the girlfriend of a friend of mine) in the library in college, and from out of nowhere, she tells me she would really like to give me a bath, followed by performing oral sex on me. I was floored. I got up and told her I had to go to the rest room, and then she said she would love it if I saved it, and urinated on her.
Now, I am as perverted as the next person, however I must emphasize the next person was not this woman.

A very crusty-looking girl at an old job would always giggle and hit on me at work. No, thank you.

My husband wasn’t feeling well and went up to bed early at a professional conference in Georgia. He left and a friend of his who was having a drink with us stayed and chatted with me while we finished our drinks, Then he invited me to go back to his room with him. I imagine I looked shocked. I declined. And he said, “I guess I’ll have to call a few nurses I know. He was not just offering just good old Southern hospitality.

@filmfann Holy fuck! O_O

It wasn’t creepy, it was more uncomfortable and unnerving than anything; just once, a long time ago, this guy with bipolar disorder, a friend of a friend, became somewhat obsessed with me and when he was kind of in one of his manic phases, he came by where I worked, I was working in a bookstore at the time, and luckily I saw him come in before he saw me and I made a beeline for the back room and just hid there until he was gone. He eventually got over me. It’s not that hard. :-)

Well.. this was my creepiest experience. I went to lunch with a man I didn’t know very well. We were talking about films, politics… general conversation and out of the blue he says “I would love to lick your pussy”. :-O <——My face afterwards [Edit. My face after he SAID that not DID that.] And then lunch ended and we never saw each other again.

Literally, my uncle. I know that’s not where this is supposed to be going, but having your mom’s brother sexually abuse you is definitely creepy. Definitely someone who should not have done that.

As a teen, I had all sorts of grown men make passes (and more) at me. At the time, I was flattered and frequently reciprocated. Probably the ‘worst’ was the security guard at my high school (I slept with him.) Now I think they were extremely inappropriate. It freaks me out thinking about someone doing that to/with my teenage daughters!

@Bellatrix

And then lunch ended and we never saw each other again.

LOL. Understated, to say the least. I’m having a tremendous amount of trouble imaging it ending any other way.

I was flabbergasted. What would make someone throw a statement out like that! There was no prior warning.

I was at a bar with friends when this girl started to try to chat me up. I wasn’t interested at all, and I have a hard time being social with people I don’t know anyway, so I throwing out short little answers to the questions she was asking until she asked me what I was doing, then told me that she was planning to get drunk that night, then go home and piss on her dad’s dog. I told her, “Oh, okay. Well we are about to leave”, then told my friends, “We are leaving. Now.”

The other really creepy moment was a woman I became friends with at work who would constantly tell me how I reminded her of her son. After knowing me for a while, she decided to ask me if I wanted to have sex with her. I ended the friendship there.

When I was 14 or 15 a man who was part of a highly successful and well known gospel quartet made a pass at me. He was friends to my best friend’s family and I was at her house when he was there for a visit as he passed through town. I was so young and inexperienced that I was completely taken aback. I didn’t tell anyone, which now I know I should have. Anyway, that one still creeps me out whenever I think of it.

A former classmate. His opening line was a selfconfident “I can open your bra through your jumper.” Two minutes before we were discussing topics such as music, philosophy and childhood memories. Strange.

Lately, the neighbor’s dog. Annoyingly perverse leg humper. Can’t he see I’m tired?

Early 1990’s and while at work. A 60+ year old man (I thought he was old-old) who was a regular customer at our store told me he had been thinking I was a perfect vessel for baby making and if I ever would consider “making an old man happy?”. Ugh. My husband at the time thought it was funny, creepy but funny.

Well, there was this labrador puppy humping my leg & I had to bat away her sexual advances, I much prefer retrievers…..woof woof!

My ex-BIL is 21 years older than me and married my sister when I was 10. I was down in the basement painting at Sis’s new house. He came over to her house and picked up a paint brush to help. At some point, he said, “I’m in love with you and always will be.” Total shock on my end. Then I felt ill. He and my sister had been looked upon as a second set of parents.

I was putting bags of groceries in my truck at the store a decade or so ago when I had that creepy “someone is staring at me” feeling. A dude in the parking lot, over by another car, was sort of watching me. When he noticed that I was on to him, he came over and started making small talk. He seemed socially awkward, but so am I, and for some reason I was halfway flattered so we exchanged phone numbers. He then explained that the awkwardness came from Down’s Syndrome (I think it was), and then I felt bitchy for being judgmental. Anyway, we headed our separate ways and I sort of forgot about it until…

A few months later, he called. At 5 o’clock in the morning. On Christmas day.

I was totally, totally asleep and when he said “It’s David,” my mental Rolodex wasn’t working. David who? “Remember me, we exchanged phone numbers in the Meijer parking lot?” Oh yeah. You. “Why in the absolute hell are you calling me at five AM on Christmas, of all days?”

“Is that OK?” he asked. No, it was not, so I hung up.

He called back, and left a message.
He called back, and left a message.
He called back, and left a message.
He called back, and I picked it up and I told him, please, don’t call back, ever again.

It’s not because of his disease that I didn’t date him. I hope that much is clear, at least.

I forgot about my unusual track record at gay bars. I guess these would fall into the unexpected category. One of my two best friends is gay and I sometimes go out to bars with him and he teases me about the fact that I seem to have better luck at gay bars than anywhere else. He thinks its funny. And these haven’t been lesbian bars. They are bars with a male clientele. There are a lot more straight people that go to gay bars than you might imagine, if you’ve never been to one.

So… one time a guy tried to pick me up for threesome with his girlfriend. I don’t know if he would have be just as happy with a guy, maybe, or why else would he have been there? I declined. Another time a bisexual guy tried to pick me. I figured he had just struck out with other team that night and was trying to come up with something at least. I decline that time also. Then a few years ago my friend and I were out at a gay bar and another guy tried to pick me up, though he was really just a hustler looking for someone to pay for his beers and have sex with him. I bought him a beer just to be nice and then blew him off and ignored him as best I could. It was a small place and later than night I saw him at the end of the bar with his hands down the pants of an extremely inebriated older woman; certainly older than me and much older than him, so I guess things worked out for him.

Although I’m now a full time wheelchair user, that hasn’t always been the case and I used to need it only on “bad days”. Well, a few years ago I went to Blackpool for a weekend with some friends and because it was a long and rather tiring weekend I was using my chair. This guy started chatting me up and at first he seemed quite sympathetic about my disability. Then he started talking about how he thought the chair was sexy and he wanted to have sex with me in it. He was horribly disappointed when he found out that (a) I didn’t use the chair all the time and (b) it would not take the extra weight even if I was willing to have sex in it. He must have been about 17 stone (240 pounds roughly).

Some people have really strange fetishes.

A really creepy moment: When I was 15, I went to a country auction somewhere in the backwoods of Georgia near Dahlonega. This guy stared at me, unblinkingly for a good 3 hours, then asked me to marry him. When he smiled, with missing teeth, I swear there was hair on his tongue.

When I was 18 and chatrooms on the Internet were very, very new—so new that you had to know bitnet to access them, my roommate and I chatted with some guys- one said he was an Arabic Prince. True? I don’t know, but they located our college, asked around and found our dorm room. We came in from shopping to find two very muscular, well dressed Middle Eastern guys ready to take us out to dinner (and what else?!??) That moment, it was a blessing a million times over to be deaf because they gave up trying to communicate with us after 5 minutes.

After I had my son and was a single mother at 20, one 60+ year old guy that I already knew from my community came to my house saying he had a question. I chatted with him politely on our porch. His name was Burnell and he looked like a very dirty, greasy, short, fat, missing-teeth Burnell… After a few minutes, he said he wanted sex. No warning, just flat out asked to screw me. I said NO!! He said, “What are you worried about? You’re used goods anyway.” I screamed bloody murder at him and ran him off—but right before he got in his car, he asked, “You say no, but do you think your mama would?” I threw a rock at him but missed.

The creepiest recent one: my ex saying to me about 3 weeks ago, “You’re…. so…... sexy…..” with his sick perverted grin. My reaction, “What the f—-? was that?” and he said, “Uhh… I’ll be going.” My son’s girlfriend saw it and ran into the house gagging and laughing at the same time.