Bob sounds like an asshole who was less upset by your perceived closed-mindedness than he was by your flat-out rejection of his advance.
Yeah. Bob was trying to find another "excuse" - not that I personally feel that I needed one - for that uncompromising "no" besides the obvious one, which was that I had zero interest in Bob for any reason whatsoever. "Poor Kate is just too timid and conventional and uptight" is a lot easier on the ego than "Kate dislikes me a
lot." A guy's gotta prop up his manhood some way, I guess - but then again, if you're that sensitive, you probably shouldn't proposition somebody at wedding reception while surrounded by friends and mothers-of-the-bride and -of-the-groom and little kids and great aunts and so on.
Ooh, I forgot to mention that a few months after this wedding reception, we were at a backyard cookout at the home of the bridal couple, and dang if Bob and Judy weren't there. Oh, well, we said - no big deal, there are people all around so how bad can it be? We'd forgotten that a guy who hadn't allowed the presence of friends and mothers-of-the-bride and -of-the-groom and little kids and great aunts and so on to cramp his style was unlikely to be cramped by a couple dozen folks eating hamburgers.
Anyway, there I was, sitting at a large table with seven other people, including Bob, who was across the table from me. One of the other women was asking me about my hair, which at the time was very long, well past my waist. "I'll bet your husband really likes it," she said, and Bob said, loud enough for everybody at the table to hear, "I wouldn't blame him. I wouldn't mind getting tangled up in that hair."
Euw.
Not at all – we're calling him
crazy. Fell free to dismiss him at your leisure.
Thanks! I shall do so. Because whatever else he may be, he's also a jerk.