When I was a teenager and grown men hit on me (which, fortunately, I only dealt with a few times), I assumed they thought I was older than I was. Now, it's unsettling to consider that they may have been fully aware that they were talking to a high schooler... but I do still love my response from when I was at a concert, and a guy who had been talking at me asked if I wanted "to get out of here":
"...I'm fifteen. You're older, I'm guessing, since you just got alcohol, which I am not old enough to buy because I'm fifteen. So I'm going to go find my mom, because I'm here with my mom, because I'm fifteen."

















