Touch your what?... Will The Real Sylvia Please stand up

Oh kay, I just had to share this experience with someone somewhere and I couldn't help but blog about it.

Here goes...

Old guy friend contacts me and invites me to breakfast.

His line is: "You've always been the one that got away."

"You were the best of the best."

and all that stuff.

I'm a little older and a little wiser and a little bit more prudish and this I explained to him that I'm not the type of girl he remembered.

"That's even better."

So we meet for breakfast. I get my favorite pancakes and we talk ... catch up.

Many times he often reference us together, but I'd change the subject and keep it going.

He seemed nice still and I had a couple of laughs.

We get back to my house to drop me off and I thank him for a nice time. I have some food left sitting in my lap and he gets a little irritated and says:

"I wish you'd stop playing with that plate and start playing with me."

Now I could sit there and let this one go. Giggle it off like there's nothing wrong with what he said.

I decided to play the dumb roll..

"What do you mean by that?"

"What do you think I mean?" he questions.

"You can lay it out so that I understand exactly what you mean," I say.

"I mean you over there touching that plate and I would like you to come over here and touch me." With this He slid his hand down in his groin.

Now i tried to pretend I could just talk my way out of this one. You know, Giggle here, play it off, flirt and so forth, but something in me just turned sour.

Maybe it was old age...

Maybe it was my new prudish nature...

Maybe it was the fact that I just don't have time for someone to think I'm worth $23 dollars in food.

Heck for $23 dollars, he could have driven ten blocks to pick up a superhead in the Red Light District.

Sylvia decided to come to the surface and she said, "So in layman's terms you want me to jerk you off?"

"I think that's a crude way to speak."

Oh he ain't seen crude...

sylvia continued, "You haven't seen me in about five years. You call me up for breakfast and then you think you can ask me for a hand job? Is that what you're asking for? Is this your idea of taking it slow?"

"I just-"

Sylvia cuts him off, "I think that's just inappropriate."

Don't you think?

I switched over to the nice girl again and said I needed to get in the house for the kids (my best excuse) and still gave him a hug and a possibility for time on another day (Sylvia seriously doubted it).

When I got in the house, I kept thinking, "$23 dollars."

What in the heck gave him the right to think that 23 dollars was his right to ask for a hand job?

I spoke to another guy friend after that and he said, "It's a good thing you did that and more women should do that to let guys know what they can't get away with."

I used to be scared of letting Sylvia out, but I see that she has some benefits to the situation.

Now I'm never sure what she's going to say when she gets out there, but it's nice to know she knows what to say in certain situations.

So what do you think about that? And how would you'd handle the situation?