I knew it was getting weird so I gave him my vagina instead of my phone number

I was 22 years old and in college. The night this happened was the first time that I ever went to a bar alone. I was surprised at how much I loved it. <br>I was approached by a few different men, but I was surprised to find that, even though I didn't know them, I felt much more comfortable talking with them than I ever did with the men from back home that I had gone with. <br><br>But that's not what this story is about. <br>This story is about the man who approached me at the end of the night. There were only a couple of other people in the bar, and the bar tender started yelling out the last call. I had been sitting and drinking for a while, so I got up to go to the bathroom. <br>I don't know how he got in there, I don't remember him following me, but as I sat on the toilet I started to feel really scared because I could hear his breathing over the sound of peeing. It terrified me, and I seriously thought that he was going to jump out and attack me when I opened the door. <br>Then he said "you can't say no to me". <br>That imploded all of my fear. When he said that, I realized that it was a threat. He didn't intend to attack me. He was just trying to scare me, and I knew that if I reacted the right way I could make it out unscathed. So I asked him what he wanted. <br>He said that he wanted me to go home with him. <br>I said I wasn't doing that, and he repeated his threat. I told him that I couldn't go home with him because I didn't even know his name. <br>He gave me some seriously strange response about being the chosen one, I don't know, but it was supremely weird. Then he asked for my phone number. <br>In an attempt to get away from him the least confrontational way possible, I reached into my jeans, pretended that I was pulling out my phone, and instead pulled out a tampon, saying "I don't have my phone on me, but I do have this". <br>He backed away from me saying "that's disgusting, how dare you even give it to me". And he left. <br>I waited in the bathroom for a while before I came out, because I was terrified that he would jump out at me. But he was gone. <br>I told the bartender what happened and he said that he had seen the guy hanging out around the parking lots at closing time sometimes, but he didn't think that he had ever been inside before. I started going to that bar a lot after that. I never saw him again, but it was a good feeling knowing that I had stood up for myself, and that, even if I couldn't make it stop, I could always make the situation a little bit more bearable. <br>Creep from the bar, let's not meet again.