Sire, you are certainly NOT ALONE!
Sire,
Pay attention to all of the great advice on this thread! In particular, know what you are up against when you bring a girl to a bar, lounge, club, etc. These are places frequented by pick up artists and a special breed of horny and inebriated buffoon. Second, if you find yourself in one of these places, make sure the locals know that she is with you! Touch her! I used to make the mistake of being shy all of the time, thinking it was out of respect for the woman (see what listening to AFC friends does for you?) Lastly, always remember that your date has the freedom of choice. If she wants to entertain the other men, that is her decision and I encourage you to accept her decision. I encourage you to also do what is best for you and that may be finding another date if need be there on the spot!
Just so you know you're not alone, I'll share with you my recent frustration:
December, at some quiet lounge with a girl
We're in a booth together, talking and having a good time when the epitome of Don Juan satire rambles over to us and starts a conversation... I'll let you guess with whom.
"I couldn't help but overhear all of the lovely things this young lady has been saying about relationships. I would love to marry a woman who feels the way you do about love." Take a bow, Romeo!
The girl is blushing and I'm thinking this guy is in for a surprise... oh, he was. It's true. It's true.
So, we both laugh at Mr. Don Juan with his slick hair, shirt unbuttoned to the sternum, and toothpick flickering between his lips. I thought Razor Ramon was going to give me his autograph. So, we get back to talking and I notice that the sultan of smooth is now sitting across from us, winking and waving at my date. She's smiling at him. Okay, bad situation. At one point, she gets up to go to the restroom and has me watch her purse. Supertool points and laughs at me and then races after her. She comes back to sit down and I head over to the restroom myself. Cap'n Dichead doesn't look at me when I pass by him to take a piss. On my way down, however, I catch my date sitting with him and one of his friends, leather jacket man. There's an emtpy chair next to them so I decide I'll join in their fun for a good second or two. Only sexomania puts his leather coat over the chair and says, "I'm sorry... snort snort, but there is not a place for you to sit."
Oh, he's about to be sorry...
What Twiddle-e-dee and Twiddle-e-dum didn't know was that this girl and I have been hanging out on a friends only basis for years. In fact, both her and her boyfriend have been good friends of mine. We planned what was going to happen next.
So, back to the story. I come back from the restroom to find my "date" sitting with Don Giovanni and Leporello. Don G throws his coat over the unoccupied chair and tells me there's no place to sit. Big shyt eating grin on his chops. Oh, I was gonna win this time.
DWK: "Gentlemen, have a good evening. Sally, same to you."
(exit DWK)
Sally: Waaaaait!!!!! (gets up, crying and knocks over her chair making a thud that gets everybodies attention). I'm so sorry Rob! Don't leave without me! Please! I'm not interested in these guys even if this one is trying to pick me up! I'll give his business card back to him!!!! Please don't go!!!!
(DWK doesn't turn around and walks straight out of the lounge with Sally in hot pursuit.)
My friend didn't know why us guys make big a deals out of these things. Oh, but we do. Don't we,
Sire?
If I'm ever in the Springfield Gardens area of New York, I'll have to stop into Kevin's place of business and thank him for his card... that hairy chested AFC
Hope this true story inspires you to do the right thing the next time you're out with a date and she seems receptive to some jerk's flirtations.
peace,
DWK