Mom Was Right: Don't walk alone at night, or bus stop conversations like this will ensue

Girl Sitting Next to Me:

*Watching me dig in my purse* Do you have a gun?

Me:

No, this is my phone I'm clutching desperately. I'm waiting for a call.

Girl Sitting Next to Me:

How old are you? You look really young.

Me:

23, and thanks I guess?

Girl Sitting Next to Me:

It's cute. Do you wanna kick it with me? (Here's where I should have probably taken the cue to leave... or understood what she was hinting at.)

Me:

Sure. We're already sitting next to each other, talking, both waiting for busses. (Just a small town girl living in an innocent world.)

Girl Sitting Next to Me:

Cool. You don't find cute bi girls that often.

Me:

Uh... I'm not.

Girl Sitting Next to Me:

Me neither, but you're still cute. Do you have a boyfriend?

Me:

(So earnest!) No.

Girl Sitting Next to Me:

You should kick it with my brother. He'd like you. He's sitting on the other side of you. (Here's where I notice that a man has suddenly seated himself inches away from me.)

Me:

No thanks. I don't want a boyfriend. *Scurry away to the bus stop outside the piano bar, where the only people I'll run into are drunk, lost, college girls.*