No way! I am not a whore.

In a greatly offended tone, you inform the man, “I’m not a hooker. I’m just waiting for a ride.”

The man says, “Hey, that's what I'm saying. I can be your ride.”

You try to drive the rejection home, “My boyfriend is coming by to pick me up any minute now. And if I were you, I wouldn’t want to be standing next to me when he gets here.”

The man looks more disappointed than offended. He just says, “Sorry I wasted your time, little lady,” as he slinks back to his truck and drives away.

It's a few more minutes before Richard’s car pulls up, and you hop in and ride off to the party.