I need some advice in dealing with hamorous female. So there's a little convenience store within a short distance of my home.  It's open all the time in an area where everything else pretty much shuts down after dark.  So you can imagine that I rely on it quite a lot.  Most of the staff there are pretty chill.  The trouble is that they recently hired a young female ham, and she's been getting a little too friendly if you catch my meaning.  No, she hasn't put her hands on me or anything, but I can already see trouble brewing on the horizon.  She smiles and stares too intently, makes excuses to come over and talk to me while I'm just trying to pour myself a fucking coffee or some shit, and is very persistent about trying to push beyond mere customary small talk.  It's getting harder and harder to act like I don't notice what she's doing. I would tell her to just leave me the fuck alone, but I like being able to go there when I want to, and I don't want to have to put up with uncomfortable or awkward bullshit when I do. Please help me.  She's fat as as fucking fuck, and she somehow thinks she's not completely revolting.  I can only imagine it's because the cold harsh reality of life hasn't set in yet.  She's not that old and she's probably still used to dealing with desperately horny young guys who have no standards and are total pushovers.  Her older cow-worker is just as fat, but at least seems to have figured out that she's gross. What do I say to this bitch to get her to leave me alone without making things worse for myself?  I have considered just lying to her by saying I am gay.  I've used this a few times to get women to leave me the fuck alone, but that is probably a bad idea in this case because it's a place the staff all know me and it's right by near where I live.  Shit could get weird.  By the way, does it upset any of you gaybros for straight men to say they are gay as a way of escaping certain women? Bonus points if you come up with a way that also lets me shitlord her.  I already shitlorded one of the other hamployees without even trying.  She recommended some gross new hotcase food they had slowly roasting under the heat lamp, and all I had to do was mention that I'd cut out certain high fat foods from my diet, and the expression on her face got dimmer as she stood there at probably over 300 pounds slowly dying inside.  It was so great.