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I learned a hilarious new word last night: Hobosexual. A hobosexual is someone who sleeps with people in exchange for a place to stay. More on that in a minute.

We hang out a lot at our local American Legion. My H used to be the commander, so it's our second home. Our third space, if you will. Everyone knows him, most know me. When we're there, sometimes we hang out together, but more often, he's milling about doing stuff and I'm hanging out with friends.

A few weeks ago, my H told me that there's a woman who's very flirty and that she had taken his hat. It was a ratty old lawn-mowing hat, so he didn't bother trying to get it back. She bought a round of shots for the people around her, and my H was one of them.

She was there again last night. She was bragging about how much she could drink (what a flex, eh?) and challenged my H to see who could drink the other under the table. My H jokingly said that he was down, and a friend of ours told the girl, "You don't want to challenge him! He's a Marine!" He came over to the table where I was sitting immediately after that, and she followed him. She started in again, detailing how much she could drink, and we were all like "Uh, okay". I was super surprised when she mentioned that she was 21. I thought she was much older. Anyway, my H sort of dumped her with us and got away. (THANKS FOR THAT. lol)

About an hour later, my H left to run to the gas station for cigars. She was there buying cigarettes, and she propositioned him. "I'm down if you're down." H immediately told me when he returned. He said that he responded with, "No, absolutely not. I've been married for 37 years and I am not interested."

I've never been in a fight. I never confronted the AP. I'm not conflict-avoidant, I just think there's a lot of power in starving the riff-raff of the attention they crave. Honestly, this is terrific policy, for me at least, but it leaves me slightly craving the release of a good telling-off. I decided that I was going to scratch that itch last night.

I approached her and said, "That guy you propositioned at the gas station? That's my husband. Try that shit again and we're going to have a problem." She, of course, loudly denied it. And I loudly responded.

When I went back to my friends and told them about it, they said, "Oh, that bitch is a total hobosexual. She's all over any man who might give her a place to stay because she's tired of sleeping on an air mattress in her mother's living room."

It felt really, really good to confront that bitch. My H was worried that I'd be upset, but I told him that it felt like delayed gratification. He said, "Good for you."

"Hobosexual"

[This message edited by SacredSoul33 at 7:19 PM, Thursday, March 13th]

Well, thanks for the support, guys.

About an hour later, my H left to run to the gas station for cigars. She was there buying cigarettes, and she propositioned him. "I'm down if you're down." H immediately told me when he returned. He said that he responded with, "No, absolutely not. I've been married for 37 years and I am not interested."

I don't have a dog in this fight but this story ^^^ seems unlikely. jmho.

Hobosexual, eh? Might want to check the urban dictionary and see if you can make an original entry

I don't have a dog in this fight but this story ^^^ seems unlikely. jmho.

I totally get the skepticism. That wasn't a direct quote; it was paraphrased. Also, he's 20 years removed from DDay, so not a new WS. He's not shady. I promise.

Hobosexual, eh? Might want to check the urban dictionary and see if you can make an original entry

It's already there, dang it!

Yesterday my husband came home from a client site. She is an elderly lady that he had been working at her house all week. The day before she asked him if he was married and yesterday when he got there she hugged him. Then when he was leaving and she was paying him she hugged him and kissed him on his cheek. Her Google review said "he is such an interesting man!" What a cougar! Lol!

While we just thought this was funny, His new gig probably will have women hitting on him a lot - during the day when me and their husband is at work. It’s a little disconcerting, but at this point I feel in a good place with it. I have come a long way! WE have come a long way!

[This message edited by hikingout at 4:07 PM, Thursday, March 13th]

I have come a long way! WE have come a long way!

Ain't that the truth?!

Old ladies can get away with a lot. Imagine if a 40-something did that?!

I'm not here to attack you or your husband, but there were some red flags. First, how old is your husband and he "jokingly" still entertains drinking games? I don't think it's a big "flex" to confront a barely past being jail bait 21 year old girl.
She is inappropriate and pretty damned stupid, but that's a lot of 21 year old. Maybe if your husband shut it down, you wouldn't have felt the need to do it for him.
I'm not even capable of taking a 21 year old seriously. I just don't have the energy. It just seems from the outside looking in, there was inappropriate behavior from more than one person. A simple, "knock it off," from your husband with a disapproving glare should have been the extent of the energy given to that person. Wayward behavior isn't always overt. If I'm reading the situation wrong, my apologies. I can only form an opinion by the facts presented. I get that a lot of information could have been left out for the sake of brevity.

Eh. Joking about a Marine being able to drink someone under the table is so very tired, but it's an oft-used trope in a military canteen.

My H did shut it down, both by verbally telling her "absolutely not", and by telling me about her advances immediately. I think that since she and I will likely be sharing the same space on occasion, me confronting her was important. It shows her that my H is not going to treat me like a chump and hide her advances from me, and I'm not going to give her power by glaring at her from across the room like a big weenie.

I ran into her in the bathroom a couple of days later and snarkily said, "Well, this is awkward". She was sweet as pie, chattering nervously about nothing until she could get out of there. Be afraid, little girl.

Also, why does it matter if she's 21 or 81? Nothing's different, except that maybe if she's confronted now, she won't still be doing it when she's 81. It's a learning opportunity, and one that I'm happy to facilitate. lol

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