Charming, but single

A few nights ago I was sitting in the cigar bar with Prom Date, after having been out to two bars after work with co-workers. I spied The Blackberry across the bar. He was talking with a Tall Man and it took me a few minutes to realize that they were looking at me pointedly. The Blackberry came over. “What did you and your friend have to say about me?” I asked The Blackberry “Oh, he wants to f—k you.” I almost choked on a sip of Merlot. I dismissed him as being silly. But then the Tall Man came up behind The Blackberry and mouthed, “I want you.” I raised an eyebrow. “I want you,” he mouthed again and motioned to the bathroom. I grimaced and shook my head. They walked off and I died laughing, “Do I look like the woman who has sex in the bathroom of a bar?” A few minutes later, The Blackberry was back. “You should thank me. I got that guy to go away.” “Oh. Really?” “Yes, I told him you were my girl.”