take me home the waitress as "easy"

So, as I've discussed, customers assumed that I was up to no good. But, a couple times, people assumed that I was much more sexually promiscuous than I actually am. Well, when men continued to flirt with me to such a degree, I bought a glass diamond ring. Yes, now I was the completely off-limits engaged waitress. Unfortunately, that didn't really work. Well, one day I was up at the bar, and an old man walked out of the restroom. He was one of my customers. He told me "Miss, you have a million dollar smile, and you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life." Then, he went to his table and sat down with his wife. Maybe I should loosen up and take the compliment, but as an eighteen year old, I couldn't quite take this innocently from a sixty-year-old married man. What were his implications? His intentions? I tried avoiding that table a bit more after that.

 

 One customer in particular took actions in pursuing me. I was hostessing that evening, as we all switched off playing that role. When I sat him and his friend down at a table, he stuck out his hand to meet me, and asked my name. I (stupidly) told him my name and shook his hand, he held my hand hard and just stared into my eyes. My smile quickly vanished, and I had to pull my hand away with force. I walked away, and as I turned a corner, saw that he watched me walk away. As I continued to seat people, I started getting a little scared as he continued to stare, even craning his neck at times. It turned out that (I guess) he was relatively harmless, but I felt totally vulnerable, not being able to leave. The next morning, I bought my ring.

When I was eighteen, a man came into visit the “Restaurant,” as he had once worked there before I started working. I hadn't met him before, but was in a particularly good mood when I met him. I guess he assumed that I was flirting with him, because when I went into the empty kitchen, he followed me. He came up behind me, and said "Oh, your hair really is strawberry blonde." I shivered a bit when I turned around to see him close behind me. "So," he said, what are you doing after work?" I told him, "Going home" (to my mom, I wanted to say). "Oh," he said, "got work in the morning, huh?" Did he really think I would go out with him just on the spur of the moment? Maybe people do that in the real world, but I was really young then. Didn't he see that?

   Maybe people would say that I should be flattered by this attention. But I assure you I do not receive this attention without the apron. What is it about the apron that makes a woman so sexy? Or how does it change me, making me obviously more appealing to men? Do these men assume that I am automatically "easy" because I am a waitress? What are they thinking? I am not the type of girl that just gets picked up, and am certainly not easy, but something about my apron said it, and apparently louder than my real demeanor. But, what are the implications that an apron says about a waitress after all?