Digital Diatribe

Gorgeous is not a word I commonly associate with myself, yet this is what I got called by some random chick at a party at a pub/restaurant a couple of nights ago.
Here I am, minding my own business, attempting to eat ice cream of all things, when this chick turns round to me from the adjoining table and asks if I’m with the engineers.
Well, as I was with the engineers, I had to admit that yes, I was a guest of the birthday boy, who is himself and engineer, and whilst not being one myself, I am good friends with many of them.
She then goes on to recount the tale of the engineer who asked if she was an engineer, but did so in a manner that may cause offence to anyone not an engineer. She also happened to have a friend who was a engineer, and proceeded to tell me all about that.
She must have confused the drunken look on my face for one of interest, because this went on for a good 10 minutes or so, and by the time I’d realised she wasn’t about to stop talking my ice cream had melted.
Somewhere she managed to slip in these key points

* That she was single
* That she lived on her own
* That she had been hit on recently by her removalist because she is nice to people
* That she thought I was gorgeous

Now really, I was flattered. It’s not often I get such attention lavished upon me by a female, lest of all in public. But unfortunately there was just nothing there, no attraction. Might have something to do with the fact she mentioned she was in management and my deep seeded hatred of managers. (I worked in the UK, feel free to ask me about it if you have several hours to kill).
I recounted to her my Blockbuster story, and how I sued them due to their terrible management practices (maybe I’ll add more on that later, some parts really are rather funny), and yet she still kept talking to me.
She even gave me her number. I didn’t want to be an arsehole, so I let her type it into my phone. It has since been deleted.
Nothing personal, I just don’t find her attractive.
And if there is no attraction, what’s the point?

But here is my question for anyone who feels like replying.
How do you let a woman know you aren’t interested without coming across a total arsehole, and does it even matter?
Would a simple “please fuck off, I’m trying to eat ice cream” have done?

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