I was in a casino several years ago and this guy next to me at the blackjack table seemed to be way more interested in me than I was comfortable with. He started off as a normal type guy, just chatting about news, weather, sports and that kind of thing. I noticed that as the night wore on, he began speaking in a more feminine voice and began inching his chair closer to me. I was wearing kaki shorts and began to notice what felt like leg rubbing. It was short the first time, so I dismissed it as just accidental, but soon it became more intense and intentional. Finally, I just looked at the guy and asked are you gay? He confirmed it. I said, ok, let's make one thing understood here; I'm hetero, married, and very happy. Understood? He said, yeah, no problem. About 5 more minutes passed and he started telling me he liked my voice, and then that damn leg rubbing stared again. I said, look, jerk! I've asked you and you agreed to stop. Now stop damnit!
He then goes into this spiel about how he used to be married and was no longer, and about how lonly he is and that everyone deep inside has a desire to have what he called, a homosexual experience with no ties, just pleasure. I said, you're entitled to believe what you want, but I'm not playing. A few more minutes passed, and he began to rub my inner thight. I friggin lost it. The dealer had been watching, and probably read my mind, because just as I was getting ready to elbo jam this freak, she looked at me and nodded. I knocked that bastard on his ass, then pinned him on the floor and head butted him. I got dragged one way by security and he got taken another. I was not kicked out of the casino, as I had the dealer as my witness, as well as surveilance saw the whole thing. :Q