How to get rid of them...for REAL!

I've always held that in order to get rid of a man you don't want, give up crappy sex, and he will stop talking to you SO fast....last weekend, I indeed [and of course, intentionally] conjured up a new and unsluttier way to do so....tell them you're a writer...
Travels took me to a seedy gay dive bar, only because I made the VERY impromptu decision to go out at 12.30 on a Sat. nite, and because I knew the place had no cover...and my intention was to in fact muster up inspiration for another journal entry.
How then, in such a morally bankrupt sex-driven environment, can someone who looks like ME get rid of men by telling them you're a writer....it's actually quite simple...if YOU went to a place like that, the last thing you want is for reading audiences to KNOW that you were there and interacting with people....
The following illustrates 3 such people I gave the heave-ho to, without directly telling them to go to heck...
I pitched tent in the back area and perched on a chair as soon as I got into the place...plopped cigs onto the table and sat there with a very stone-esque, uninterested look on my face....however when one is as cute as myself, even THAT looks cute and is not an effective man-deterrent, so the first man came up to me and asked if I was OK, I was like, yea I'm fine...what are you doing here...just looking around, gathering inspiration....for what...something I'm writing....oh, you're a writer....yea but nothing official....what are you writing about....whatever I deem worthy of being written....hold on a second, my friend thinks you're cute and wants to talk to you....
Fortunately, he never brought back his friend, and it was at that point I figured that the possibility of being mentioned in a writing would be the equivalent of being consigned to gay hell, so they go away and never come back!!! I was THRILLED!!!!
I had seen [and admit, was checking out] guy #2 who came up to me...and I had all kinds of lines planned...he looked younger than me, however was with someone at LEAST double his age...I had a few quips planned....how nice of you to bring your father...hey, the nursing home called my cell and is looking for grampa....but none of that was necessary...he came up to me and carried along the same banter as guy #1. He starts....oh you're so cute and we're worried that you're having a bad time here...no, believe me I'm fine...I actually don't want anyone talking to me tonight so it's quite ok...oh, so why bother coming here...I have research to do....interesting, on what...worry not, it's not necessary that you know...well ok, just making sure you're ok...I'm fine, thanks and have an excellent night...
By the time guy #3 talked to me, I was about to leave so that was very brief...he smiles, I smile back, asks what I'm doing and if I'm ok, yea I'm fine and don't ask!
So Dita, what's it gonna be? What ARE you writing about? Simply, nothing more than my critique of a quite uninteresting place...as soon as I walk in I am looked over like the Sunday morning meat delivery...I can read in the eyes of many the sexual scripts they'd place me in if it were within their capacity...luckily no one follows me as I venture into the obscure reaches of the place, once again hoping not to be noticed...as mentioned above 3 guys talked to me, and those conversations lasted no more than 1 minute each, fortunately for me, I was left to observe almost uninterrupted....
However much to my un-surprise, there was a couple making out on a couch [I remember when I used to do that]....but to my surprise, BOTH members of the couple were quite attractive...I was clearly beside myself...
But back to the eyes of the many vultures creeping in dimly lit backrooms, there was this physically reprehensible specimen of gawd knows what looking in my direction and each time I looked that way I returned a look of disgust....how embarrassing that would have been if he came up to me, I would have had to cause a scene....but luck was on my side, and he never arose....several others looked my way but did not act in any way, which again was good for me...I looked intently at the TV screen playing "porn-teasers," and that's mildly amusing because even though they don't show body parts [except ass], it's not hard to know full well what's going on....OH SEX...I DIDN'T KNOW....give me a freaking break....however that provided much needed diversion from unworthy demons trying to steal the light from my eyes....
But enough of the conceit bit, as you already knew this about me...is there really anything else to write here? No, not really....only that I was able to walk out of there with an immensely satisfied look on my face, accomplishing what I set out to do, and not prostituting myself to do so....