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There are some films that always are entertaining no matter how many decades have passed.

I'm in a waiting room and there's a gentleman totally trying to pick me up. He won't stop with the compliments and questions.


Edit: This smiley was not intended! I had tried to get this face but must have hit the wrong one.

Does he seem your type?

Could he have stepped from the pages of a novel?

My bluray player messed up so I have to use my ps4 for watching movies. Oh well.

I hope he doesn't dress in a morning suit, carry a cane, or wear a fedora hat.

OMG He's persistently asking for my number and asking questions. I'm really uncomfortable. I said no.

That’s pretty pushy, especially for the UK...

He’s trying to be a “pick up artist” or something. You don’t need a man that desperate.

I think he was the most eligible bachelor I've ever met. Handsome, good build (my type), seemed wealthy, well educated, went to my Uni, lived in my childhood village (that's how he chatted me up), graduated 17 years before I did so I can determine his age. Knew mutual people from my childhood.

He was extremely friendly and interesting to talk to. Gave me his full name, address, email, phone, mobile phone? Kept asking for mine under the pretence of wanting to talk about my grandparents' property and the area where my father built our house.

I say this for the people out there wondering how to pick up dates. This should have been ideal but I went into full panic mode and nearly fled because he was too persistent asking for my number and not listening to NO. He deduced my surname (from the street named for my family) and my Christian name (from the waiting room call) and although I had to keep saying "No, I'm sorry I don't give my number" he finally said "So, your full name must be ....". I nearly had an ASD/PTSD meltdown during my actual appointment -- Grace could have used it for her abnormal psych assignment.

He even watched me go to my Uber after the appointment and I was terrified he was going to follow me home. I'm still very distressed. My friends would jump at this man but to me it was entirely overwhelming.

It started with "You look familiar. Did you used to live in ....?" That was an area I lived from 0-5 so surely I wasn't truly familiar, but maybe there is an adult there who looks similar to me now? Was this a pick-up line? I was flummoxed when he said right out loud "So your full name must be ...." Like who would be that bold? Also he hand wrote all his info for me, it wasn't even on a business card.

CREEEEEEEEP CITY!

I didn't realise at first that our chat would lead to such persistence, so I did tell him where I lived 0-5 since he was from that village. Then of course he wanted to know where I moved after that, and after that, and after that ... and where now? Did I know XYZ people? He saw my Uni crest on my notebook ... lo and behold he went to my Uni ... Do I used my maiden name or am I married? I was totally shocked. I was clearly terrified and uncomfortable once he got persistent for my number but he just wouldn't stop. What are the odds of someone having so much in common? It just kept snowballing.

I feel like I need a stiff drink to calm myself down. It got scary for me because I'm so private but I didn't know how to stop his questions besides refusing to give my number.

Two-thirds of Britons lie about having read a book in order to seem more intelligent. The commonest book that people lie about is George Orwell's 1984.

You must have felt completely trapped given you were waiting for your appointment and couldn't just walk away from his barrage of overly personal questions.