Now, Melinda had met some pretty forward guys over time. She had met some jerks, the overly sensitive guys, and probably everything in between. This was something new to her, though. She had no idea how this guy could manage to be so confident. She was torn between finding this really weird and admiring how he had complete confidence in what he was doing. He seemed so sure that there was no way she'd turn him down at all. This was just weird, she couldn't be certain whether or not something fishy was going on. "You're really forward. Have you ever been told that?" Melinda stated, tilting her head. Lifting an eyebrow curiously, Melinda couldn't help the snort that escaped. "Of course not?" Melinda asked, not quite certain about that. This guy was a little weird. "Well, what if I don't have an address, what if I'm not from here?" Melinda asked, raising her own brow at him, thinking that this guy had to be some sort of...stalker. Most of her wanted to get the hell out of here at this point. He was starting to get a little creepy.
It seemed he wasn't happy with average sort of crazy, though. He was taking it even further? Wow this guy didn't really know the first thing about hitting on someone. He was creeping her out more than he was enticing her at all. His game had started out okay, but at this point...he was getting a little weird. "You're laying it on a little thick there aren't you? The goal is to win me over not to make me want to get a restraining order on you?" Melinda stated, honestly. What was the point in continuing to sugar coat it...he was getting too weird for her at this point.
To add a bit to that, Melinda scooted away from him a little bit, looking at him. "I mean, I don't even know your name."