I work in a bar, so I spend my days surrounded by creepers. Normally rational men with loving wives at home become lecherous assholes after a couple of beers. They're in a masculine environment, out of earshot of 'her indoors' and it just makes 'em giddy. I have to make my boundaries crystal clear. I'll tolerate banter and I accept that they're at the bar to kick back and be chauvinist for an hour or two. I expect to hear dirty jokes etc. I get regularly asked for my number, simply because I'm there and usually because they know I'm paid to be polite to them. But any over-stepping of the mark will result in a verbal warning. Ignore a second verbal warning and I won't serve you again. Get obnoxious or aggressive and you're barred.
Outside of work though, I have totally seen this. I also don't like the way it's being popularised in TV by characters like Barney Stinson, Russell Dunbar, Charlie Harper and Family Guy's Glenn Quagmire. It's like the new must-have for any sitcom now is an ageing playboy with a Peter Pan complex. But again I digress. :blush:
One of my ex's friends has never been in a long term relationship and constantly skirt-chases. He's even boasted to my ex about sex with hookers and he's certainly affluent enough to afford them. The trouble is that my ex and his friends pretend to jokily pity him but
the reality is that they're somewhat jealous. The other guys in his circle of friends were married, co-habiting and often parents.
They get to live vicariously through Peter Pan's exploits, which is why they never seriously checked his behaviour around their own women. They probably believed that he would never make a move on them, that he would honour the 'bro code.' How naive they were.
I heard that Peter Pan (PP) had been banned from one of the guys' houses, because the guy's wife didn't want him visiting. Upon enquiry, I was told only that PP had 'got a bit drunk and made a tit of himself' which I took to mean he had thrown up or something. They guys quickly and abruptly changed the topic of conversation and at the time I thought nothing of it.
I went to a barbeque a few months later and while PP was there, the couple whose house he was banned from didn't show. Nobody commented on this. PP proceeded to drink much more than he ate and later in the evening got very hyper, whilst exhibiting a sniffly nose. At work, I would have spotted this immediately but I was at a friend's barbeque, with people that I knew and trusted.
Later still, I left the upstairs bathroom to find PP waiting to go in. He leaned against the door frame and announced that my partner was 'really punching above his weight' suggesting that I was a catch and implying that I could do better than my partner. I was wearing stretch jeans and they saved me from being raped that night. PP backed me into the bathroom and tried to kiss me. When I resisted he turned nasty and tried to get my jeans down but couldn't. I made enough of a racket for another woman at the BBQ to knock on the door and when I shot out of the bathroom and she saw PP still inside it she didn't even look surprised.
What upset me more than what happened was the fact my (now ex) partner knew this guy was predatory. He had been barred from the friend's house because he had tried it on with the guy's wife. Instead of telling me about this so I could make an informed choice about letting PP through our front door and attending things he was going to be at, he had been evasive to the point of deceit. All so he could live vicariously through this utter sphincter's debauched sexlife. So although I was angry with PP, I was fucking livid at my partner and it damaged my trust in him.
So yeah, go figure.
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