"Ooh shiny."

Right, so, tonight I went down the pub to meet up with friends as I do most Friday evenings. It's usually a bit of a natter, and a few drinks (non-alcoholic in my case).

There's this lad Paul, I've spoken to him on a number of occasions mainly in passing, over the last 5 or so years. I wouldn't class him as a friend. TBH, I think even acquaintance might be pushing it a touch, and I certainly don't fancy him. The usual suspects (WANOLJ), Carl, Dawn, David, Denise and I are sitting in one corner of the pub. We'd been there long enough that I was halfway done my second pint of lime and soda, when Paul comes over and starts making a nuisance of himself.

After a moment he wanders off and goes to annoy some other people, but he is soon to return.

Paul (to me): "How ya doin' guy?"
Me: Ok, but don't call me guy please."
P: "See ya wearing a bra now" *grabs and twangs my bra strap*
Me: "Stop that and don't do it again!"
P: *rests hand on my shoulder*
Me: "Could you take your hand off my shoulder?"
P: *starts kneading my shoulder*
Me: "stop it now, and don't touch me again."
P: *continues to knead shoulder*
Me: *swings round and takes a swipe at him*
P: "I thought we were friends"
Me: "Don't ever touch me again"
P: "Sorry"
Me: "The best way you can say sorry is by going away and leaving me alone."
P: *goes, leaves pub shortly after*

Sometimes, I start to hate men, particularly those who don't seem to know the difference between friendliness and molestation.

Can I kill him now?

Alice.