Have you ever tried walking through a crowded gay bar with drunk and horny older men groping and staring at you?
Trust me, you;ll start devising little strategies and phrases as your arsenal/ protection.
Usually it's the drunk, vapid, mindless, young, shallow twinks who grope and stare at me especially if I'm in uniform. I get so tired of pushing them down and walking on them like the tragic eggshells of life that they are.
I usually say, "My name's George. I'm always up late. Call anytime." I then hand them a card with the switchboard number at the White House.
Guess I'll have to change it to Barack now.
Oh, yeah, jjsjr, want my number or have I already given you my card?