I didn't think that gal was being anything more than nice when she first sat down next to me and smiled. After she had spent some time talking my ear off about nothing in particular, I thought maybe she just needed someone to listen to her.
It was when she started to touch my leg, and give me an intense stare, I knew she was hitting on me. She was very attractive, but I could tell she was at least several years older than I was. That thought made me cower at the idea of how much more experience she had in everything. Not only that, but I was thinking about my girlfriend at home. What made things suck, was that I didn't want to have a girlfriend at home, and I felt like I was forced too. I looked at the women with a pained expression and asked her for a rain check and her phone number.