Many years ago, a female friend and I were having a drink in a bar in Boston, sitting in a booth. We were college-aged at the time. Three college guys came in and slid into the empty spots next to us in the booth, effectively pushing us up against the wall with no way out. They wanted to buy us shots and were repeatedly touching our arms, hands and legs as they tried to joke around with us. We told them that we weren’t interested in their company — we were catching up after not having seen each other for a long time. They then proceeded to call us bitches and dikes and said we should just loosen up and do shots with them. The tone got very threatening very quickly. We waved over the bar bouncer to get him to get the guys to move so we could leave. He did it, but was joking with the guys the whole time, telling them that other women in the bar would likely welcome their attention. We asked the bouncer to walk us to the door so these guys wouldn’t follow us out (which they were threatening to do as they continued to call us bitches). He did, but when we got to the door he told us that we shouldn’t be so uptight. These were “good guys” who just “wanted to have some fun with us.”
