Him: Well hello there.
Me: Hi. How are you?
Him: I’m very well. How are you?
Me: I’m fine. Thanks.
Him: You’re probably wondering what a man clearly 20 years older than you is doing striking up a conversation in a bar…
Me: Not really. We’re sitting next to each other. I’m not going to barbeque you for being social.
Him: That’s a wonderful choice. Allow me to present my card. My name is Jack, and I do everything. I am therefore a Jack of All Trades.
Me: So your card says…
Him: I’m a singer… I have my own vodka… And I am a concierge to the world.
Me: Hm… what does that entail?
Him: Being a lot of things to a lot of people.
Me: Okay. I can respect that.
Him: You probably don’t know what to think of me. A very forward man in his mid-fifties dressed so flamboyantly…
Me: I’m amused. Where did you find an entirely red suit?
Him: It was custom made for me by a friend. I added the many pendants and broaches myself.
Me: Good call.
Him: Thank you. May I skip right to the point?
Me: Uh… Sure… I guess…
Him: I noticed you have very big hands.
Me: Ha. I guess I do.
Him: And in my experience -men with big hands are frequently big in other areas. Do you follow my meaning?
Me: My feet?
Him: Amongst other appendages that stick out, yes.
Me: Okay… I-
Him: And, well… I am an appreciator – nay, a connoisseur of the well endowed.
Me: Heh. You’re something else.
Him: You have no idea…
Me: I…
Him: Have you ever seen a snake disengage its jaw to swallow a large egg?
Me: On television. Not in person.
Him: It’s similar to that.
Me: I think I get where you’re going.
Him: Do you? I’m saying that I have no gag reflex.
Me: I know. I get it.
Him: I’m saying – It doesn’t matter how endowed you are. I can swallow you whole.
Me: That’s really clear. You’ve made that clear. I get it. So did you watch the Grammy awards?
Him: I’m looking for men with big hands that can appreciate a man of my talents.
Me: Okay. That’s very funny. You’re forward, and I appreciate your energy, but I’m probably just here to hang out and relax, buddy.
Him: You know what’s really relaxing?
Me: Oh Jesus…
Him: Having a mature friend who understands how to fully satisfy you without wasting a drop of your precious essence.
Me: What? This is by far the most bizarre proposition I’ve had in at least a week.
Him: Do you understand what I mean when I say ‘essence?’
Me: Yeah. I’m not an idiot.
Him: Sperm. I’m talking about sperm.
Me: I GET IT! I understand what you’re saying. Just… Let’s change the subject, okay?
Him: There’s no need to get hostile.
Me: I’m not trying to be hostile, but we’re in a public place, and I’m just trying to relax. I want to be friendly and not rude, but I also don’t necessarily want to have an audible conversation about how you can disengage your jaw like a boa constrictor, although – sidebar: that’s very impressive…
Him: Thank you. From one impressive man to another, I accept your compliment.
(pause)
Him: Did you watch the Grammy awards?
Me: No. I was just changing the subject.
Him: How big is your penis?
Me: Okay. We’re done. We’re not talking anymore.
Him: I was just changing the subject.
Me: Have a good night. Jerk.
PIEFOLK 
Well done, man. Well done.
Hilarious!
I know how that can be. First off, it’s a generational thing. Older guys can sometimes be more forward. That was how it was in the pre-marriage, pro-sex days. The man has probably tried this on many people before you (though I’m sure you have very nice big hands).
Secondly, this guy is inappropriate, and he probably knows that.
Third, he was obviously out of his league. 🙂
I think you handled yourself well. Good luck with the site! I like the photo shoot. It’s made in a loving way. I’d like to join your pie cult too.