Was I just hit on?

So after knitting I went across the street for a beer and peanuts. But lo! They were out of peanuts. But I still had my beer and spotted this guy smoking a cigarette and I thought well if I can't have peanuts with my beer at least I could have a cigarette. So I ask the guy for one and he gives it to me and a matchbook, I take the cigarette and smoke, drink my beer and read a book. His friends come and they talk and we happily ignore one another. Then after I got my second drink and I'm sitting at this bar which faces the window two things land in front of me on the table top in between me and my book: a cigarette and a book of matches. I look around confused and the guy looks at me and his friends, I think, are also confused at his behavior, to which he said: I thought you'd like another one. So I said thank you, smoked the second cigarette and gave him back his matches. The only other thing he said to me was as I left he wished me a good night.

The only other time I'd felt like I'd been flung back to jr. high was that time Chemska, La Roux and I got caught watching my room mate's porn. Seriously, throwing stuff at women at bars? What is that?