“Are you waiting for me?”
“Excuse me?” I dug the earbud out of one ear.
“Are you waiting for me?”
I glanced to either side of me. No one else on the busy Union Square sidewalk seemed to be paying any attention to the stocky, bareheaded man in front of me. Inwardly, I grimaced. I knew I should have waited inside, but the weather had lured me out – out where the weird, confrontational stranger was waiting.
“Am I waiting for you? No.”
“I wish,” he said. And then his eyes made like an elevator. Up, down.
Eeew.
I smiled that polite half-smile that says, ‘I humor you so you won’t kill me’ and tucked the earpiece back where it belonged. Ah, beautiful iPod, ender of awkward conversations. I watched as the stranger had taken a step forward, but I turned my right shoulder to him (clue one), cranked up the volume on my Carpenters Love Songs (clue two) and began answering a text on my cell phone (the final clue in this round of Who Wants to Avoid a Weirdo?). Officially, this conversation was over.
“So. You don’t like talking to strangers?”
Or not.
To Guillermo (who is an artist and sometimes just gets so caught up in his work that a whole day goes by, and let’s go over to Cosi so he can buy me a coffee or hot chocolate or glass of wine, my friend will probably not show up anyway), our chit-chat was just getting going. After he’d ignored all of my obvious signals, the smart/rude thing would have been to continue ignoring him. But feeling neither smart nor rude, I just shook my head. No, I do not like talking to strangers.
“Because, you know, we are not strangers. We are just friends in the process of meeting.”
Where do they come up with this shit? The Children’s Television Workshop? Later, when he thrusts me a ‘business’ card that he’s pulled out of a Sesame Street card holder, I think, Ah, yes, it all makes sense.
“What is your name?”
“Heather.” And… it’s the gym weirdo situation all over again. I never learn anything.
“You have beautiful eyes. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
Now, there is a difference between friendly and creepy. And within seconds, Guillermo left friendly far, far behind. After I politely declined his repeated invitation (“I’m waiting for a friend.”), he grabbed my elbow and tried to physically propel me around the corner toward coffee and/or certain death.
“No, no. Your friend is probably not coming.”
But then she did come. At that exact moment. When Sarah appeared, I hugged her tightly. Turn and go, Sarah. Turn and go.
I’m often surprised at other people’s limits… or more appropriately, their lack of them. No matter how many I encounter, the Tims and Guillermos of the world shock the shit right out of me. Who acts like that? Are they serial killers or just socially inept? People don’t come with warning labels or handling instructions, so how am I supposed to know? I’m not. So after yesterday, I have decided: no more suffering awkwardness, even for the sake of politeness. I am done.
My mother always told me not to talk to strangers, anyway. And I’m in the habit of listening to my mother. You know, when it’s convenient.
my mom is right in absolutely every manner that supports my current decisions
i’m glad you’ve found that too.
My new favorite phrase for the unwanted conversation/attention.
“Leave me alone. Please.” The ‘please’ needs to be said as a slight afterthought, simply to indicate that you aren’t utterly rude, but not to compromise the finality of the request.
Amazingly, this seems to work, when I remember to use it.
I just ignore them altogether! Avoid eye contact completely if you can, and just act like you don’t notice them, or don’t care.
Rude Shmude!
(Who’s the one rude enough to ignore your obvious “back off” signals?)
Don’t know what I’d do without my iPod. Even if it’s not on, I make the ‘sorry, music is too loud, can’t hear you’ expressions. It has saved me from countless wierd NYC convos.
There is a really interesting book that says exactly what the end of your post says….I think every woman should read it–and I’m not an alarmist or anything. It’s just interesting and makes sense–it’s called The Gift Of Fear.
I live in a big city, too, and have found that the mirrored-sunglasses-and-iPod combo is perfect for warding off strangers. They assume you can’t hear them, and there’s no inadvertant eye contact.
Dude seriously had a Cookie Monster business card holder. Why do they make those? For asshole toddlers?
Yikes that’s really scary. I think a little rudeness is acceptable when you feel that your life is in danger, or just severly creeped out!
In India that would be called eve teasing! Indian girls wouldn’t assume that they didn’t get the signals but that the harrasment was very intentional. Be rude, be polite but get away is always our first instinct.
You can check out some horror stories here: http://blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/ 2006_03_01_blanknoiseproject_archive.html
I’ve had to learn that once you accept that you’re a freak magnet, it makes it much easier to be a little rude.
I read “gym weirdo situation” and must admit that I just might be another girl’s weirdo. Ouch, it pains me to write that. Well, I certainly don’t have the personality of this guy at your health club, but a couple of weeks ago I did something I had never done before; ask a girl out at the gym. Usually I’m all business when I’m there and make the assumption that everyone else wants to be all business too, so I crank up the mp3 player and keep to myself. I don’t know what it was about this girl, but I couldn’t help myself. Anyway, her answer was “we’ll see” which is essentially the same as “no.” It pains me to write that too. Anyway, I haven’t seen her at the gym in over 2 weeks. Maybe now rather than face the discomfort of seeing me again, she’s just given up going. If that’s the case, I feel horrible. I can just imagine seeing her on Oprah one day as this 800 lb woman unable to get out of her bed, being removied from her home with a crane, and it’s all cuz I asked her out and caused her to give up exercise.
Do you think asking someone out at the gym is a no-no? Did I do a bad thing? Do I need to be spanked? LOL Seriously, though, was I wrong to do that?
Do people really do that? Grab you and try to force you to do something? Well im sure that’s how criminals get their way but normal people with business cards too?
At work today [Hollister], a man grabbed me and made me choose what pair of shorts he should purchase. Then, as I was ringing him up came the questions… “You go to college?”… etc etc…
I was so creeped out I was getting the nasty shivers down my spine.
On the one hand, the creepy guy creeped you out. Yeah, we get it, he’s creepy and a dime a dozen on every block. On the other hand you’re flattered even by creeps. I have no sympathy for you and his flattery is worth squat. I haven’t visited your blog in months and thought I’d pop in. Looks like you’re still writing the same old meaningless pap.
Hey Fish–I agree with Tara (above). I’ve realized I’m destined to be a weirdo magnet– if there is a freak hanging about he is bound to make a bee-line for me! Once you accept the reality, that for some reason weirdos love ya
it makes it loads more easier to ignore and dismiss them. And of course, with all the extra practice, you’ll become an expert! hihi (I’ve found the key is NO eye contact, once you’ve made eye contact with a pysco, there is no turning back).
He forcibly caused you to go with him???And you were worried about being rude??? A lot of rape victims afterwards said that they thought the guy was creepy but didn’t want to be “rude”? Why is it that our society teaches us that refusing a man’s advances is rude? You need to listen to your intuition!!
When he grabbed you you should have said in a very loud voice “I DON’T KNOW YOU, LET GO OF ME!!” I bet when people started looking he would have let go of you. It worked for me on the streets of Boston.
Spending a majority of my life in Miami, I’ve encountered my fair share of weirdos. I agree…no eye contact and blatant ingnoring usually do the trick…but never, ever be afraid to throw down the ‘rude card’. I personally use, “You have approximately 15 seconds to walk away from (stressing the word) RIGHT NOW or I’m going to start screaming the words “Help, someone please call 911″ at the top of my lungs. One, two, three…”
Yep, I’ve been called a freak, a bitch, a psycho, etc time and time again…but better safe than sorry and to hell with them.
i seem to attract all of my creeps at work. i work in a COFFEE HOUSE and yet i’ve had regulars repeatedly attempt to get my phone number (after i tell them that i’m seeing someone) and one even seriously suggest that i have sex w/ him!!
first of all, i’m so sorry that he violated not only your audio space, but also your personal space. that gives me the chills.
second, from personal experience my friends tell me when i’m nervous around strangers i don’t like, i tend to smile, and that makes me more accessible. have to work on that.
argh. that’s a horrible feeling, fish.
Fish:
Love your blog. Went back and read the other posts on the weirdos you’ve met and saw the comment from Kelsi. I agree that Kelsi is just one twinkie away from climbing the tower. So I’m wondering is “Name” above Kelsi. Wadya think? Oh, and you did absolutely the right thing, it’s hard for most normal women not to be nice – it’s just the way we’re brought up, and yet we learn eventually. Next time, say “I’m Loreanna Bobbitt, nice to meet you.”
Chris,
There is nothing wrong with asking someone out at the gym, I mean hey if you think they’re that attractive after being all sweaty and stinky.
It’s such a fine line between being rude and being safe sometimes. I have to remind myself, SAFETY FIRST!
He didn’t “force” me to go anywhere, but he did that thing where he put his hand on my elbow and tried to steer me. My feet remained planted.
CREEPY…They should give you a manual as soon as you move into a big city how to avoid creepy people!
#1 – practice fake name-ism. Go out tonight and decide that you are only using a fake name, no matter who you meet… after a while, it becomes so second nature that you give people the wrong name even when you dont mean to… normal people will understand when you immediately follow up fake names with “i’m sorry – i just lied to you out of force of habit – my real name is Fish…” because they understand the need for a fake name.
#2 – practice being a bitch! that needs to become second nature as well! i think people can tell within about 5 seconds whether we ever want to speak to someone again or not… if the answer is no, dont worry about being rude or bitchy or mean or any of those things – you’ve already decided that you dont want to know this person – who CARES what they think of you!!!!!
and NEVER leave your house without headphones and sunglasses!!!
An iPod is the ultimate tool to escape the weirdos. But I would caution you, as another city dweller, to always know your surroundings, make sure you get a good look at the whack-jobs so you can describe them to the police if necessary, and never be afraid to say “NO” or be a “bitch” (“Being In Total Control of Herself” – thank you). Better rude than dead!
Hey, why don’t you send me his business card. I’ll track him down and whup his ass. Then, after giving him a beat down, I’ll say: “The Fish says, ‘We’re just strangers in the process of a beating.’”
I met a wannabe Tim/Guillermo Wednesday morning – he tried to strike up a conversation by stating that I looked bored (I was waiting to check in for a hearing), and then later (because that didn’t work), he came over to where I was sitting and introduced himself with “My name is [insert name here].” I just “OK,” and looked back at my reading material. He got the hint, but GEEZ!!
Seriously, though, anyone that takes your arm to “encourage” you to go someplace after being told “no” deserves a swift kick in the shin and a very loud “NO! I SAID I DID NOT WANT TO GO WITH YOU!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” But that’s just me….
I read the gym weirdo after reading this and of course my gym has one. We call him scary jerry…I can’t stand it when I’m in the middle of my 2 mile dreaded run with the iPod blarring and I’m trying to breath ane not faint from exhaustion he feels the need to talk to me…and about stupid stuff. I have a signal with the other gym goers to rescue me…but I swear this dude only works out his jaw…and the sad thing is my husband goes to the same gym at the same time. He just doesn’t get it…UGH…but it’s cause I’m nice and when I try to be a BITCH I can’t…I guess I feel sorry for him…but I have been telling him can’t you see that I’m busy right now I can’t run at full speed and talk…then give the signal to my male buddies. My husband plays basketball in the other gym reason he’s not there for the rescue…but he knows everyone knows scary jerry…
One last comment, Fish, your blog is great I found it thru my sisters and I enjoy your stories!! I’m all for being rude it may save your life one day.
Just get bigger headphones.. like these
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00001W0DI/sr=8-10/qid=1145034909/ref=pd_bbs_10/103-6790705-0098209?%5Fencoding=UTF8
I use those. They look but they don’t talk.
One time at a bar a guy was bothering me and I blew him off. I went back to talking with my friends. A few minutes later, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned my head. He had his face RIGHTTHERE and kissed me on the lips. Vile.
I started screaming my head off, naturally. You better start doing the same.
Again, another member of my gender phuks it up for the rest of us. It will get to the point where it is virtually impossible to approach a woman and strike up a conversation. Anything I could possibly say may instantly be interpreted as creepy and calculated. I only hope that the day I run into you, Fish, by accident, I can approach you and introduce myself and compliment you on your writing. But above all, we wish you to be safe and careful. We like you.
Neil
i second Mary’s recommendation for the Sony MDR V-600 headphones…they’re much better for your hearing than earbuds when used at a reasonable volume. if you find them too big and unwieldy, alot of female DJs i know use Sony MDR V-7506′s.
Sarah gets a save for her 9th inning pitched.
Yeah, what Lorraine said. Rude? Not be a bitch? This is about your personal safety, and I’m sure that if Emily Post and Miss Manners had chapters entitled “Asshat Pervs on the Streets of NY”, ladylike behavior would not be a requirement.
Good Lord,I’ve been in your exact situation *so* many times. I seem to run across all of the potential rapists, serial killers and just plain cheeseballs during my waking hours. That’s why the guys that are datable or even tolerable- the kind that come every once in a blue moon- are refreshing. You’re hilarious by the way. Keep writing!
Men can be so dense. I don’t know how many times I’ll be sitting by myself somewhere and have a man aproach me. One, if I wanted company I would have brought someone with me or gone to a bar. Two, do guys really think I’m going to buddy-up with a stranger? I don’t date guys that I meet through situations like that. Strictly friends of my friends. And at that it’s strictly my close friends’ buds. Creepy story. Gross.
hey Fish:
i myself live in a big city (Philly)and go through many irresistabe creepy encounters day -to- day, and have found it very wise *not* to be rude. you think their creepy on approach but they get even creepier. What i am saying is that being rude can be dangerous *not safe* as alot of you know people don’t always take NO for an answer. However if it comes to forcing you to do something against your will then it’s time to be as dancinkween puts it, a B.I.T.C.H (Being In Total Control of Herself) Good advice for the BIG CITIES>>> be rude as less as possible…. there are PSYCHOS out there everywhere and your putting yourself in greater danger dealing with them. Always keep in mind Creeps can turn into PSYCHOS/STALKERS etc…
P.S.
FISH i think your blog is hot. I have to say it’s refreshing.
I think we (women and men) would be cheating ourselves if we all took Krystal’s approach, being cold(nice way of saying “rude”) to anyone unfamiliar who presented themselves to us. Sure, there are a lot of weird people out there, but the fortunate thing is that really weird people can’t hide it, and we can spot them right off. Some people, though, who just approch out of the blue may be genuinely nice, and by blowing them off, we may miss all sorts of opportunities; making a friend, a romantic relationship, a business contact, or who knows what. It could be something life changing. I think people who are “lucky” in life make the most of every opportunity that presents itself, and that they see these random meetings as just that…. an opportunity. Plus, being nice is just the right thing to do unless you may be dealing with a complete whack job. Why hurt someones’s feelings if you don’t have to? There are lots of ways to be gentle when rejecting someone. Being a bitch isn’t the way.
ya know, i was going to say something along the lines of what Chris just did, that there are certainly times where meeting a random stranger turns out to be a good thing (new friend, contact, date, etc) and not a cause for alarm… but i think that what we have to keep in mind (boys, pay attention here) is that there is a threatening way to say hi and a polite, non-scary way to do so. hanging outside the gym until you’re separated from the public herd to say “i’ve been waiting for you” is rather threatening. attempts to physically convince someone to go for a walk with you is threatening. a casual, low-key “hi” and a smile, then waiting to read if there’s any response…this scenario allows someone to *choose* to return the greeting, instead of aggressively forcing the issue. which is to say, if you come at us like a tiger in heat, it’s creepy, so don’t.
I too find it very difficult to be rude- apparently not a good thing for a big city dweller. I have devised a different line of defense: I don’t speak English. Occasionally, the weirdness doesn’t present itself until I’ve already blown my cover. Then comes the second line of defense: the fake number. I swear I know the fake one better than my own. I must say I rather like the fake name thing. I can be Lucinda from Puerto Rico whose number rings the local deli!
The very same thing happened to ME! Right down to the inappropriate banter and the disgusted glances – except the conversation took place outside of my bathroom and the man was my husband. Some people just don’t know when to leave you alone
It’s a little funny. I’ve used Guillermo’s line on myself a million times after suffering through awkward interactions with perfectly normal people that I just can’t bring myself to be socially adept enough to deal with.
What if we could have been friends, in the process of meeting?
More often than not, I’ll never know.
But that’s only creepy to my inner self.
Creepy grocery store manager. First, he says he likes my glasses…OK, so maybe he’s just trying to be polite. I say thanks. Next, he says he really likes my hair and he just LOVES curly hair, what do I do to make it so curly…OK, this is getting a little personal. Then, staring at my chest, he tells me he really likes my shirt, where did I get it… which is a VERY dull t-shirt. Not interesting at all. I got out of there as fast as I could, and figured it was over. Now, If I go anywhere near that grocery store, he finds me in whatever aisle I’m in and starts following me around the store trying to make conversation. Once, he even ran after me in the parking lot (I was coming out, he was apparently just coming to work). Needless to say, I found a different grocery store.
Now, honestly girl, how much would you have paid for my shin right there? Should we start the bidding at a thousand dollars?
I am so sorry, cara mio. You just looked so lovely and alone. I will try to restrain myself further in the future.
Just thought I’d share a story about a persistent weirdo that would hit on my girl friend to get on the dance floor. I was a musician on stage and I am open to her dancing if I’m not available. However, this guy wanted a more initimate slow dance and she said no. I had to laugh when she told me what she finally said…..
“That’s my boyfriend up on stage and I’m pregnant with his child!!”
Well, I sympathize with you ladies in putting up wuth weirdos. I guess it’s what you call the curse of good looks. Good luck to you all.
here’s a story for you. i’m young not even old enough to get a driving permit!!!! One day my friend and i were at the mall and two guys who where about maybe 30ish decided to bother us while eating, of course we blew them off about a month later i was in the supermarket with my sister, and the same guy decided to bother me again, >>>> after the first time i thought i’d never see him again but unfortunately…..i did a month later.Acting like i didn’t blow him off the first time, when my older sister asked him how old he thought i was he laughed and said 20 “WHICH STILL SHOULD BE TO YOUNG!” she said no she’s 14 and he smiled and walked away.totally creepy!
if you find him creepy type 123
Unfortunately, big cities do not have a monopoly on creepy strangers. I’ve had encounters like this in all sorts of places, including my personal favorite, the Sunday morning I took a carload of things to donate at a Goodwill drop site in an empty parking lot in the Seattle suburbs and the man staffing the site started asking personal questions, asking me out, demanding to know why I wouldn’t go out with him, arguing that he wouldn’t be a stranger once I did go out with him, etc., all while giving off intensely disconcerting vibes and making me very aware of the suburban isolation of the empty parking lot. Needless to say that was my first and last donation at that particular site. Probably not the PR impression volunteers were supposed to give.
Wow, I can’t believe he tried to force you to go anywhere… Scary for sure, but i’m glad your friend showed up. Be safe !
To everyone who has said that the guy shouldn’t be blown off because he was just trying to be friendly, guys who are “just trying to be friendly” don’t take your arm and try to make you go someplace when you’ve already not responded to their initial efforts. This guy didn’t want to take “no” for an answer. That’s the difference between a guy who just wants to strike up a conversation and a potential entry on a police blotter.
And to Chris: No, asking someone out at the gym is not weird – if she stopped going to the gym, it’s on her. It’s all in the approach, and as long as you didn’t follow her all over the gym and give her puppy dog eyes, you’re probably fine!!
Chris,It’s refreshing to know there are people (especially guys) out there,like you. I agree, we need a little more kindness in the world. Fish, I think you handled yourself well. You weren’t rude until you had to be to get the point across.
Chris…Good luck with the gym girl!
I feel for you girl cause I know this sort of shit gets to you and creeps you out.
That said, why doesn’t this sort of stuff happen to me?! I love being mean to people and welcome the chance to indulge in my meaness with an actual good reason. Plus, the opportunity to actually mace someone would be the highlight of my life.
I live in NYC too and have learned how to deal with all kinds of weirdos. I’ve found the most effective is to just say straight out in a very authoritative manner, “don’t talk to me”, “seriously, go away”. It works every time. And if for some reason it doesn’t, throw some profanity in there. People get freaked out when you curse at them, even the weirdos.
I am sorry, but girls end up dead because they were too nice to be mean about unwanted attention. Please Fish, the next time someone continues to press themselves on you after a nice “no thank you” please, for christ’s sake, BE MEAN! Matter of factly look in this persons eyes and tell them with defiance “I am NOT interested in speaking with you, GO AWAY!” I have been in far to many situations and have far to many scarey things happen to me in my life because I was raised to be nice, because my instinct said “you should not be rude, rude is not how our mothers raised us” and those moments could have really ended badly if I was not rescued at the last minute. You are a single women, stop being nice. Besides, if you end up dead in a gutter, who’s blog will I read everyday.
For the guy point of view. Funny. I see some of those “cornering” conversation. ALso seen a girl in headligh approach to picking up girl. Never know how guys think that that would be a way to get a girl attention (good attention anyway), but frankly, beside the pointlessness of it, I though it was funny. How many girl actually get into a strang van in the middle of the night?
Being a pretty girl you should have the brush off line down by now. Funny story thought, wish I could feel for you.
Just read something you wrote in reference to men preferring A+ women or not. I wanted to let you know I heavily favor brunettes over anyone else. If you are blonde, then you have a looong way to go to get my attention. And hey, my wife just got a job that pays more than mine and is using it pamper herself as well as fix the house like she wants it, at least buy the stuff so we can both create a disaster trying to fix it up. I couldn’t be happier for her, I know I barely have the money to buy her a decent birthday gift, much less pamper her. So if she is out there pulling down a great job and can’t find the time to do all the things she did before she had a job, duh, pick up the slack. Maybe my food doesn’t taste quite as good as hers, not even close, the laundry might be a little more wrinkled, but I’m gonna make a go of it. If she’s happy, I’m happy, and so goes the marriage. Effort really isn’t that hard, if you wonder about guys, just know somebody out there isn’t a creep, although I do admit there are many. I like the stories you write, so very true. Keep them coming. A guy can always learn right? Don’t answer that
Just came across your blog reading the same thing that Nicholas above read. It’s hilarious, I’m going to have to read your archives. I had to click the link to read about the gym guy. Poor baby. You, not him.
On another note, I agree that you can’t be too careful. It IS creepy when you’re trying to say “No, thank you” and guys just don’t get it. Girl, safety is key. Get that pepper spray. You don’t necessarily have to use it, just show that you’re prepared to. Be prepared to.
From another NYer who knows.
it literally cracks me up how people have tried to advise Fish… OBVIOUSLY she knows what she’s doing since she posted about it. I’m sure if she felt intensely threatened she would have taken more drastic measures! But look at all the creepy stories… Fish opened the flood gates!
I’m afraid I’d choose rude any day. Politeness first, then break out the bitch.
Interesting post. I just stumbled upon your blog recently.
So first of all, remember, twist against the thumb if someone grabs you. It’s weaker than the other four fingers or trying to pull away.
Second, work on your creative lying, not that it would really help. I guess in a gym you can get some of the guys to beat the creep up.
And speaking of weirdos, imagine what it’s like having work weirdos! These can be anywhere, but I think tend to exist disproportionately in the public sector. I know of one case where one of these weirdos attacked someone with — yes, you guessed it! — a FISH.
Be careful out there!
I’ve been there…sometimes I just wear headphones to look preoccuppied.
Where for art thou Fish?
Can I get a chant going? WE WANT FISH…….. WE WANT FISH!! Everybody now…..
Fortunately, I have another 40 months of old entries to get through or I might be going through withdrawl. Not everyone is so lucky, H.
Doesn’t it feel great to be missed?
I once had a similar situation on a packed rush hour subway. It was a real sardine can – too crowded for me to move away – and he decided that not only should he tell me how pretty he thought I was, but also put his hand *ahem* very high on my leg. You would be surprised how far a very loud “TAKE YOUR HAND OFF ME YOU PERVERT” can go. He got off at the next stop.
Fish…we all miss you! We are all sitting patiently for your next entry, however, we do realize that you are a human being and not some robot typing away at a computer 24/7 to please us. Especially after your fainting spells, we are glad you are taking it easy.
Ah yes, Union Square, the area where I myself learned that polite has no place in New York City. The same thing happened to me 2 weeks ago…who knows, could have been the same guy (I didn’t get a name)! Yours was at Cosi, mine at the Starbucks by the park. Like you, I too was polite. But when he grabbed me by both arms on the street and tried to kiss me…boy oh boy…that’s when polite ended. For good. Now I know why people think New York girls are bitchy. We’re not. We’re just waving the “stay away weirdo” flag.
I too am in the process of learning the hard way…
I’m too nice to people and end up lying through my teeth to get out of it (e.g. ‘I’d enjoy having coffee with you, but I have to go take a nap’).
The best trick is to pretend your phone rang (it could be on vibrate).
Pull it out of your pocket and stare at it as though reading the number.
Smile and then answer with a big “HI!!”
Just make certain to immediately turn it off so that it doesn’t start ringing while you’re all “OHMYGODIWASJUSTTHINKINGABOUTYOU!”
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I also seem to attract weirdos….like moths to the porchlight. I’ve had to change my takeaway place three times now due to uncomfortable asking out situations.
Why do 45 year old men think that I would date them?
One of these days I’ll learn to say that I’m married right off the bat. Too bad I’m a terrible liar.
Girl, I would have seriously tried to kick his ass! No one has the right to put their hands on you without your expressed permission!
eiwww… creepy!! the fact that he would overstep the natural laws of the 3 foot bubble and touch you is even worse. had your friend not shown it would have been pertinent to flash a can of mace, a sharp stilletto, baseball bat or any scary looking thing you could dig out of your purse as a weapon. people NEED to respect the 3 foot bubble rule. possibly you could get a big scary dog named fluffy to take with you everywhere?
btw, just discovered your blog, very captivating!