I'm all for playful ribbing, but some guys catapult past lively banter and into a steaming pile of cow manure located smack dab in the middle of Insult-land.
Recently a guy approached me and said that he didn't like the bow in my hair; he said that he thought that it made me look immature. Thanks, guy, for that totally unsolicited criticism. It caught me off guard to have the first words out of his mouth be so rude. What a jerk! I told him that I didn't give a shit what he thought and that I liked it just fine.
He proceeded to argue with me about my little hair accessory and then moved on to criticizing my skirt too. "Are you done," I asked while giving him the evil eye.
Nope! He wasn't done: he then asked for my phone number. That's when it dawned on me that this mean guy thing was a calculated schtick. It must've been some kind of move he read about in a book about how to pick up women or something. EW! GROSS! WTF! BOO! DO NOT WANT! FUCK THAT NOISE!
I'm not sure if this approach has ever worked out for him, but it sure as shit wasn't going to work on me. I did not give him my number, in case you were wondering. Holy hell, mean guys are the worst.