I am sitting with some friends having a drink at a nightclub. We are celebrating a birthday so it is a bit more upscale than I am used to. All of a sudden, a young woman my age comes up and sits down beside me.
Woman: “Oh, my God, that blouse is amazing!”
I am a bit taken aback by her being so forward, but being a bisexual woman myself, I think maybe she was being brave and trying to flirt or something, so I decide to give the conversation a shot. I smile at her.
Me: “Thank you.”
Woman: “Wow, can I feel it?”
She starts touching it before I even have time to reply, and at first, I am wondering if I should tell her off, but then I notice she is actually just feeling the blouse, seeing how the fabric feels, and so on. It is very strange to me since it is just a cheap blouse I bought a week ago in a very popular (and cheap) chain of clothing stores.
Me: “Um, I guess.”
Woman: “Where did you buy it?”
Me: “In [Chain].”
Woman: “How much did it cost?”
Me: “I don’t really remember, maybe like thirty euro.”
Woman: “Do they still have it?”
This whole time, she is still checking my blouse’s features.
Me: “I don’t know, but I just bought it a few days ago so I’m sure they still do. You can probably buy one.”
Woman: “Yeah, but what if they don’t have it?”
Me: “I’m sure they do.”
Woman: “What size is this one?”
Without even waiting for a reply, she goes up to the back of my neck to check the size tag.
Me: “It is size thirty-four.”
She continues looking, despite my reply, until she finds the size tag.
Woman: “Oh, no. It is size thirty-four; I’m a thirty-six.”
Me: “I am sure they have it in thirty-six, as well.”
She sighs and looks at the blouse a bit more, feeling the fabric. By this time, I have the feeling I should have told her off by now, but for some reason, I don’t.
Woman: “I’ll buy it for 100 euro.”
Me: “What? You’ll buy it?”
Woman: “Yeah, here, now. I don’t have money on me but I can go take some out.”
Me: “But I am wearing it.”
Woman: “So?”
Me: “I only have a bra under this.”
Woman: “Oh, but we can go to the toilet, you can have my sweater, and I’ll give you 100 euro.”
I am feeling very bad about the whole situation, as I feel like nothing more than a hanger in a store.
Me: “No.”
Woman: “Please!”
Me: “No.”
She leaves with a sour face. A friend comes over.
Friend: “What was that about?”
I explain what happened and she is shocked.
Friend: “You should’ve sold it.”