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So, it's official- the art of communication is dead.

I learnt this recently when a young brother in a club decided he was going to get my attention by pressing himself up against me, while I was trying to complete a drink order at the bar. I gave him a minute to redeem himself with words; an introduction- something other than his body invading my personal space. But nothing followed.

Now, I don't know what he thought he would achieve, but, I know he certainly wasn't thinking with the head attached to his shoulders. He didn't speak with that either. Let's just say his small talk left a lot to be desired. Therefore I reiterate, the art of communication is dead.

I don't know why it is guys feel that it is impressive to approach a lady with lines and gimmicks.... Like another guy I met who just walked up to me and asked: "Hey, is that a ladder in your stockings or a stairway to heaven?" I'll tell you now, my eyebrow was so raised in incredulity that it almost met my hairline!! I was wearing jeans at the time, so I didn't have to check for snags, but, I did wonder why he couldn't just say hello.

Hello. A simple word, non-threatening, established many years ago to have proven success in attracting attention. I'm not quite sure what the guy at the bar thought would happen when he physically imposed himself upon me. Maybe he felt I would fall to his feet and worship his presence? What actually happened was this:  I turned casually and politely asked him why he chose to lean against me, I was not a wall and as far as I could tell he wasn't tipsy. He looked at me with shock. "I'm trying to talk to you," was his response. "Funny that, because, before this point you hadn't said one word to me yet....".

Please don't use this as an opportunity to agree with me, but, you probably feel that I am a bit of a hypocrite now, since it was just last week I was bemoaning the fact that men don't approach women anymore. But please understand my plight. I don't have a problem with men approaching me, it's just how they do it that I find difficult to grasp sometimes.

I am complex simplicity in its purest form. I want a man to be bold but I want him to be courteous with it. I want a polite gentleman... with swagger of course.

The guy at the bar was either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. He took a risk that I might turn around and smile at him with longing in my eyes. But, what he didn't think about was whether or I might have been packing mace! And I might just have...

Onyx Knight

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