About 4 years back, I was collecting my mom's phone from the store (she had sent it in for repairs) and the guy working at the till started talking about and complimenting my body, asking me about work out routines etc. Sounds mad gay when I type it but honestly, when you work out, you get used to dudes commenting on your body and it really ain't no thing

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Dude proceeds to start cracking some jokes with me whilst they get the phone from the back and being the nice guy that I am, I play along with it.
Then they bring the phone to me, and as I'm finna leave the store, dude says to me:
"It's a shame you're so young, otherwise I could have had some real fun with you

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Soon as he said that, all the pieces came together and I immediately realised the dude was hitting on me the whole time. I just got this sinking/sick feeling in stomach, it was like a mixture of fear and disgust
In that moment, I felt so much sympathy for girls that get hit on by creepy dudes. I finally understood what it felt like