Reader Email - What Is The Best Way For Chicks To Tell Dudes At A Bar That They Aren't Intererested In Them?

Reader Email

Pres,

I am a female stoolie and have a legitimate question for you. Have been debating this with my friends about which is the lesser of two evils, and would love you and the male stoolies to give an honest answer, so all the girls out there know going forward.

I’ll set the scene: So a guy is talking to you at a bar and he’s a nice enough person and is *fine* and all, but its never going to happen. Ever. But maybe his buddy is chatting up your friend and you’re trying to be a good wingman, or you just really don’t want to be mean so you’re trying to be nice and fake listen to him. Then he asks for your number–what do guys honestly prefer you do? (Keep in mind all his friends are watching and you really don’t want to make him feel bad, because he’s nice enough.)

-say flat out “no, sorry”, so at least you managed his expectations and he knows what’s going on here?
-say yes and give him a fake number! (And then lie and say your phone is dead when he inevitably calls it, “so you have his number too.”)
-say yes, give him your real number, then never answer his texts. (And keep in mind this means now another rando has your number)

Which would guys honestly prefer?

Thanks!
Lo

Easy answer for me. Give it to me straight. Tell me I got no chance. Tell me my nose is huge. Tell me my hunchback is literally making you puke in your mouth. Tell me you wouldn’t hook up with me if I was the last warm dick on the planet. That’s way better than fake numbering me or giving me a real number and ignoring me. Because here is thing. If I think there is even a 1% chance I’ll never give up. It doesn’t matter how obvious it is that you were just trying to be nice I’ll keep making excuses in my brain and keep chasing that pussy. I’m relentless like that. I need to be hit in the head blunt force trauma style before I accept that you’re not interested. So my advice is don’t beat around the bush. Don’t play grab ass with me. Tell me I’m gross and put me out of my misery like I’m a wounded animal. That’s the humane thing to do. And as far as my friends go? I don’t give a fuck about them. I root for them to get humiliated at bars and vice versa. That’s how guy friends work. It will be a great story late night when everybody is sitting around eating pizza being mean to each other talking about how nobody got pussy. Guys don’t have feelings. That’s what makes us guys.