Perhaps the only person disrespecting me was myself.
He says, “Don’t make me hit you.” He may be ’roided out, judging from his Jose Canseco-like biceps. “Go ahead,” I hiss. “Show everyone on this street what a gentleman you are.”
Since my impromptu street lessons had no effect, I wondered if men would be more receptive to talking about why this behavior is problematic in the only context in which they related to women: overt flirtation.