Why are men so fucking weird????

A few weeks ago, I was on the subway and a guy came on and sat across from me. We were making semi-eye contact at eachother for a bit, and he eventually asked me if I was coming back from/heading to a date because of how nicely I was dressed. I told him no (I just like to dress nicely on a regular basis), and made a comment that he had an interesting/unique cup/jar for his drink (it was a tiny glass that had gold emroided on it- I've never seen something like that before). We were chatting for a little bit and right before I had to get off at my stop, he asked me if I would be interested in reading some of his poetry, and I said sure. He wrote down his Tumblr username and told me to check it out.

I thought this was actually a very respectful way of initiating contact (rather than simply asking for my number or just giving me his, as in their way, the ball is quite literally in my court. Later that day I went on his Tumblr, read some of his stuff (which was actually pretty good), and I messaged his account telling him that I am the girl from earlier in the day. Because I didn't actually have a tumblr account, I just created a random one to message from there. For some reason, later on when I went to go back to check if he replied, I wasn't able to login because I forgot the username/email I used to make an account (I have multiple emails), so I just kinda forgot about it/him.

Fast forward to the other night, I was finished work late and wanted to grab a drink and listen to some live music, so I went to a Neighbourhood pub (that plays live music), near my house. Normally I don't go out alone like this (let alone to a bar), however this is a spot I used to frequent before Covid so I knew that the clilentele there are nice/normal people (of all ages) and not creepy guys who would just approach a random girl (such as me) and hit on them. I figured I would stay for a bit and just enjoy my time.

As I'm sitting and sipping on my beer, I notice that same guy from the subway walk in front of me. I went up to him and said hi, and he came and sat with me and we chatted a bit more. Everything seemed normal at first. I asked what he was doing in the area and he told me that he recently had his bag with his phone and laptop stolen so he was in the area to borrow a laptop from his friend. He then asks if he could kiss me. I said no because I don't know him. He then asked if I would buy him a beer and I thought he was joking. When I realized he was serious, I basically said that I don't buy men drinks. He then said that was okay because he has "wine at his place", so we should just "head over there" anyways. WTF???? Who TF do you think I am bro???

This is when I high key started to ignore him and just focus on the band/music instead.

He sat right across from me and started talking to me about the book he's writing and how he's basing one of the main characters on me, and I kinda just nodded at him and smiled but was hoping he would eventually F off.

He stepped away for a minute and I immediately ran over to a group of other people, told them what happened, and they were luckily super nice and let me sit with them for the remainder of the evening.

Eventually the guy walked back, saw I was sitting with other people and then he went back to the table that him at I were eventually at, he opens a salt shaker on the table and takes a small white baggie out from his backpack and proceeds to fill the salt shaker with the contents from the baggie. One of the girls I was sitting with went to go report that to security and the guy got thrown out.

Wild.

I never felt like I was ever in danger or anything (as I said, this is a reputable spot with (mostly non-sketchy people), and has competent security. Just sharing this cause I thought it was amusing.