It seems like the men that hit on me tend to have no self awareness. Usually they have blood and mustard stains on their shirt and their idea of cologne is Harvest Apple Fabrese. I don't like being a rude person but sometimes you just have to smile and pull a Hellen Keller by pretending that you can no longer hear or see this person. Then you just slowly float away like a balloon in a gentle breeze. Don't look back as they yell out to you "Where are you going seven?"