Why do men that have had a few drinks think they are irrisistable to women?
We had a call to say that two guys from a local restaurant/wine bar wanted collecting and taking to the other side of town. So I duly went along at the requested time and waited outside the restaurant. Almost immediately a large guy in chef's whites came out and got into my cab...then did a double take when he realised it was a lady driver (I've seen that look of astonishment many times!).
His mate hadn't yet come out so Chef made himself comfortable in the front seat, turned towards me and in silky tones said, "what a pleasant surprise. I wasn't expecting a lady driver".
I need to mention here that this guy was HUGE. I'm not fattist, I can assure you...I'm no Kate Moss myself and I like a man to be solidly built. But Chef was absolutely massive. And he clearly had personal hygiene issues. The strong stench of body odour was overwhelming, which coupled with a powerful smell of 'unwashed' clothing made me nauseous.
We waited about five minutes for his mate to come out which Chef made full use of by proceeding to chat me up. Even when his mate got into the cab and we set off to the address they gave me on the other side of town, Chef continued to chat me up using silky tones and leaning towards me.
Embarrassingly for me, every time I changed gear my hand had to run along the side of his leg. Maybe he enjoyed it...I certainly didn't. But to be fair, the guy was so huge there was just no-where else for his leg to go. He couldn't have moved it even if he wanted to.
Once we reached their destination, his mate got out which left Chef to pay me my fare. This he did and as is my norm, I thanked him. He looked at me with the most lecherous expression on his face, leaned even closer towards me and said, "No, thank YOU. The pleasure is all mine". I fixed a polite smile to my face as he shunted his bulk out of my cab. Then I gagged.
The smell lingering in my car was horrific. Mortified at the thought that subsequent passengers might think the smell was coming from me, I was forced to go home and spray 'OUST' liberally inside my cab. Then I drove around town a couple of times with both windows wide open. But I still felt sure I could smell his odour several days later.
I'm sure Chef was probably a really nice guy and I certainly didn't feel in any way threatened by him. But his utter self-confidence, given his size and hygiene issues, was impressive. Maybe it was alcohol that made him this way.
But I have never wanted to eat in that restaurant since meeting Chef.
