Too Aggressive?

My freshly single and sexy Latina friend Marisol was out with some fellow single friends. They were at a loungey-type bar where the crowd was pretty chill, mostly twenty-somethings. After failed attempts to get a dance party started, Marisol got bored. She perused the crowd and although no one caught her eye, she hoped she could initiate contact to maybe help out a friend.

She approached a group of four skinny but average looking guys. The only potentially frightening thing about them was their too-tight clothes, giving them a wannabe Eurotrash look. But Marisol, feeling brazen, was undeterred and went over to chat with them. Rather than make small talk and discuss their jobs or the weather, the first boy cut to the chase. This miniature Shrek started talking about his religion. And how he wore rings on certain fingers as part of his religious tradition. Marisol drunkenly pretended she was interested, but did not want to discuss religion in any capacity. So she asked to be introduced to his friends. They tried to avoid her gaze, but Marisol persisted. She began talking to one of the wallflowers, who looked rather prepubescent and had a haircut usually reserved for poodles. Poodle began blabbering about his travels to various cities in Asia. A few minutes into this fascinating travel tale, Poodle said to Marisol, "Wow, you're really aggressive".

Marisol was dumbfounded by this remark. He clearly mistook her being friendly for aggressive, since Marisol did little to indicate any aggression. She did not offer her phone number or make any attempts at physical contact. What she said could barely even be taken for flirtatious. Strange.

So Marisol, still persistent, ignored his comment and made one last-ditch effort with the wallflowers. She began talking to another one of the boys, who could have easily been mistaken for a long lost Jonas Brother. Instead of travel or religion talks, this one began whispering in Marisol's ear. In what sounded very much like a made up language. What? Marisol said. And he did it again. She rolled her eyes and began to turn away, when she heard Jonas whisper something to Poodle about how "she didn't like that very much". So Marisol called him out on how he just spoke English. They snickered. And Marisol curtly said, "Goodbye BOYS" and turned and walked away.

Poor Marisol. What an incredibly bizarre exchange. If being called aggressive was not bad enough, these lame wallflowers went so far as to pretend to speak foreign tongues to get her away. What I do not understand however, is why they would want to freak out a girl so wonderful as Marisol. She claims they weren't physically moving away from her, and that their body language was neutral. So she has gone so far as to say she thinks they were enjoying this awkward (to say the least) game. What a bunch of freaks.