Read through the comments and it's a pretty dissatisfying thread. Not much gained from the dialog.

I used to wait tables at a place that was half restaurant and half gay bar (they liked to have a few token straight guys on staff). I know what it's like to be hit on. Techniques ran the gambit but I've dealt with more than enough stuff that was straight up lewd. It could be awkward but I can't say it ever really upset me. I was asked if I was gay a whole bunch of times, which most the time was what you would call a pick up line. Some times I felt bad giving the brush off, nice guy, not being sleazy, just interested, and lord knows I've been given the brush off enough times.

Bachlorette parties are worse, way worse. It's not pick up time, I've have them devolve into straight up sexual assault. Really bold grabbing of dicks and ass. Not often but It happens. I don't know if males had some kind of public ritual that included dick straws, vibrators and what not sitting out on a resturant table if people would be so cool about it. Once again I didn't let it ruffle my feathers, just hope the tip was good.

I'm a large man, even when I was a thinner better looking me I stood 6'2" and 200lbs. I can't be threatened by this stuff. Maybe it makes a significant difference.

It's far more upsetting to be called fat, stupid or ugly on the job (I've been called all three). I was referred to as the 'smug chubby' about ten times in a yelp review. I only let this kind of shit get under my skin for a moment, no profit in internalizing it. I'd rather get hit on or mildly sexually assaulted.

I met my wife on the job, I asked her out on the job. I would have asked her out a lot sooner but I knew she had a boyfriend. When she finally shook him I took my chance and she said yes, it's a whole cute story that I won't go into now. I've asked quite a few women out when I was at work. I never did it cold (not that there is anything wrong with saying "Hey, I get off shift in 5 minutes, wanna grab a drink with me next door to a person you just met), they were people whom I had pleasant exchanges with in the past. I never expected that any woman would say yes, but I wasn't afraid to see if they might be interested in having a drink, or going to show, or grabbing a bite to eat with me. It never upset me if they politely declined or even if I got shot down. This is how people met before the internet, your generation doesn't get to redefine everything down to swipes.

If a person can't take the brush off with grace, that's a problem. There were more than a few times when I was bartending that I've had to tell a guy "the lady isn't interested, leave her alone or get the fuck out." Few things I admire more than a lady who can do this kind of thing for themselves but direct action isn't for everyone.

People who work at goodwill are for the most part broken. I work near a goodwill drop off trailer, I can see their trailer with their shitty broken hopeful propaganda emblazoned on the side right out the front window of my shop down the block. The immigrants who work for goodwill are largely normal, intelligent and capable people who just need a leg up while they find their place in their new home. The natives are just fucked. I call the main native who works the trailer "Mr. Dirty Shirt." You would not believe how dirty his shit is. I have never worked in the yard all day and gotten this dirty. I could climb in my chimney and not get this dirty. If you work at goodwill You are fucked in one of or in more than one of three ways, you are physically broken, you are mentally or you are socially broken. Your life is shit, it will probably always be shit, you will probably never know a lovers touch who you respect, you will never own anything of significant monetary value and all your happiness will be transient, waiting for the next explosion of the one of the three reasons you are working at goodwill to step forward and take primacy in your daily existence.

To be uncomfortable by the behavior of a good will employee is like the discomfort one experiences when exposed to cold weather. Despite the fact that it's unpleasant, it's some force of nature shit. There is no other path for a fair number of Goodwill employee's. They aren't working there because they need an employee, they are working there because an otherwise unemployable person needs work (and the CEO makes about 1mil a year, it's good reason to preserve the system).

It's lame that your brother decided to white knight you. You seem like a more than capable person who can take care of her own business. Don't know that I added anything to the conversation but after starting to comment twice and aborting I decided to just get it off my chest.