Yeah, sure, I’ve been approached by a few girls before. How did I respond? Hard to recall, but generally it depended on the type of approach. I remember one girl walking up to me in a bar on the second of a two-day bender me the the guys were on after our company went under. (This was in the days when I would could most charitably be described as a “lapsed Catholic.”) She said, “I bet I could drink you under the table.”
The details are a bit hazy, as I was already two days ahead of her. But I think I said, “Miss, your challenge is accepted! Let us apply ourselves to our drinks post-haste, but I’m afraid you have the advantage.”
It may have sounded more like, “Hrnghga, bwana drinky puke.” As I said, the details are hazy.
I do, however, remember thinking “What on earth would make a girl challenge a stranger to a drinking contest?” I wasn’t terribly impressed.
But most of the time it was more normal. I appreciated being “approached.” It takes a lot of the stress out of dating–you already know she’s interested in you that way, and you don’t have to play that tedious game where you pretend you don’t care, then flirt, then pretend you don’t care, then flirt.
I dunno. It’s a dance. Sometimes being approached by women is nice because of the refreshing honesty. Other times you just want to run away.
Nowadays, I don’t worry about it. When my wife approaches me, I know exactly what she has on her mind. That’s right–chores.