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Not sure if I should be more scared or less.
Go to store. Come back. Red van. (dialogue paraphrased because I dun remember everything)
Me: ... *scared.. and then.. GGGRRRRRR STORMS up to it since he's sitting inside waiting* WTF?!
Him: .. hey. can we talk?
Me: *In summary: damned right, you're talking NOW.. with swear words every other word.*
Him: Hey.. don't be mad.
Me: How can I fucking not? You're following me.
Him: I live around here. I see you a lot. I saw you go to the store so I parked here. Just waiting.
Me: For what the fuck?
Him: Yesterday. Pulling into the parking lot. I scared the shit out of you with it.
Me: Duh.
Him: It wasn't my intention. I just see you every day and you're really attractive and.. it was just.. an impulse. I wanna know you.
Me: You wanna fuck.
Him: Eh... well, I've thought about it since but it wasn't my first thought. I didn't notice you and think, "There's a redhead with an easy lay." But.. I just came to apologize.. have a real conversation.. and I got you these for an apology. Dun freak out. *Opens his door and gives me a bag of beer.. steel reserve (he knows...) and flowers* Because I really didn't mean to scare you like that. If I was a psycho, I know where you live, I woulda kicked in the door a long time ago. So.. can we talk a few?
Me: You're not coming in.
Him: There's a step we can sit on.
In short... sit down, light a cig. He wants to know me. He explains himself. Somewhere in the convo he asks for my number so he doesn't have to 'attack me in parking lots anymore'. I asked if he had a phone. He says no, he uses payphones. No cell.
First I'm thinking.. ok. reasonable. odd. but it happens.
And later in convo it comes up he's got to go into work early because he was called in.
Me: I doubt work's calling you from a payphone.
Him: ... hm.
Me: You married? cheating? kids?
Him: I'd... prefer not to say.
Me: uh huh.
Him: So... you got any psycho exs?
Me: I'd prefer not to say. But you have those at least.
Him: ?
Me: Funny question you should ask. is all. I notice things like that.
Him: analyzing me?
Me: I'm scary like that.
Him: Should I be scared?
Me:. Probably.
Him: what you know about me?
Me: You're involved. But you won't tell me how. And you're short on money. Yesterday you were smoking Camel 99s. today you're smoking what's on sale at the 7-11. You live around here. Probably on this street somewhere. And you look like you work at a seed plant or the dry freeze place in albany, esp. with the hours you mentioned keeping before. No where else will let you get away with your dress or tattoos.
Him: .. ....maybe I dun care what I smoke. Wait. How do you know?
Me: Doubt it. The smell.
Him: Yea. That is scary. I work at the dry-freeze place. I know how you feel now.
Me: I guess we're even. And I'm guessing you make payphone calls to whomever so your gf or wife doesn't know what you're up to.
Him: .. hm.
Me: *smiles* Didn't expect this, eh?
Him: No.. but I still wanna know you.
Me: No favors.
So then.. just shoot the shit. Keep smoking. And out of my luck. I bend forward to ground out my cig and my fucking boob falls out of my bra and shirt.
But he had a sweater in his lap at the time and instead of gaping at my partial nudity he threw the sweater over the front of me. And didn't drag it out with jokes or "nice tits" etc.
So. I dunno. I really dun mind talking to him at this point but with everything else about him. Bleh.
Update:
27 years old.
First name: Jason
Red caravan
Works at dry freeze plant in albany
shaved bald. would be a blonde.
blue eyes.
slightly under 6 feet
180-210 pounds. pudgy.
celtic or tribal tattoo on left inside forearm. blue ink. there is more but I couldn't see them too well.
white.
family in salem.
Go to store. Come back. Red van. (dialogue paraphrased because I dun remember everything)
Me: ... *scared.. and then.. GGGRRRRRR STORMS up to it since he's sitting inside waiting* WTF?!
Him: .. hey. can we talk?
Me: *In summary: damned right, you're talking NOW.. with swear words every other word.*
Him: Hey.. don't be mad.
Me: How can I fucking not? You're following me.
Him: I live around here. I see you a lot. I saw you go to the store so I parked here. Just waiting.
Me: For what the fuck?
Him: Yesterday. Pulling into the parking lot. I scared the shit out of you with it.
Me: Duh.
Him: It wasn't my intention. I just see you every day and you're really attractive and.. it was just.. an impulse. I wanna know you.
Me: You wanna fuck.
Him: Eh... well, I've thought about it since but it wasn't my first thought. I didn't notice you and think, "There's a redhead with an easy lay." But.. I just came to apologize.. have a real conversation.. and I got you these for an apology. Dun freak out. *Opens his door and gives me a bag of beer.. steel reserve (he knows...) and flowers* Because I really didn't mean to scare you like that. If I was a psycho, I know where you live, I woulda kicked in the door a long time ago. So.. can we talk a few?
Me: You're not coming in.
Him: There's a step we can sit on.
In short... sit down, light a cig. He wants to know me. He explains himself. Somewhere in the convo he asks for my number so he doesn't have to 'attack me in parking lots anymore'. I asked if he had a phone. He says no, he uses payphones. No cell.
First I'm thinking.. ok. reasonable. odd. but it happens.
And later in convo it comes up he's got to go into work early because he was called in.
Me: I doubt work's calling you from a payphone.
Him: ... hm.
Me: You married? cheating? kids?
Him: I'd... prefer not to say.
Me: uh huh.
Him: So... you got any psycho exs?
Me: I'd prefer not to say. But you have those at least.
Him: ?
Me: Funny question you should ask. is all. I notice things like that.
Him: analyzing me?
Me: I'm scary like that.
Him: Should I be scared?
Me:. Probably.
Him: what you know about me?
Me: You're involved. But you won't tell me how. And you're short on money. Yesterday you were smoking Camel 99s. today you're smoking what's on sale at the 7-11. You live around here. Probably on this street somewhere. And you look like you work at a seed plant or the dry freeze place in albany, esp. with the hours you mentioned keeping before. No where else will let you get away with your dress or tattoos.
Him: .. ....maybe I dun care what I smoke. Wait. How do you know?
Me: Doubt it. The smell.
Him: Yea. That is scary. I work at the dry-freeze place. I know how you feel now.
Me: I guess we're even. And I'm guessing you make payphone calls to whomever so your gf or wife doesn't know what you're up to.
Him: .. hm.
Me: *smiles* Didn't expect this, eh?
Him: No.. but I still wanna know you.
Me: No favors.
So then.. just shoot the shit. Keep smoking. And out of my luck. I bend forward to ground out my cig and my fucking boob falls out of my bra and shirt.
But he had a sweater in his lap at the time and instead of gaping at my partial nudity he threw the sweater over the front of me. And didn't drag it out with jokes or "nice tits" etc.
So. I dunno. I really dun mind talking to him at this point but with everything else about him. Bleh.
Update:
27 years old.
First name: Jason
Red caravan
Works at dry freeze plant in albany
shaved bald. would be a blonde.
blue eyes.
slightly under 6 feet
180-210 pounds. pudgy.
celtic or tribal tattoo on left inside forearm. blue ink. there is more but I couldn't see them too well.
white.
family in salem.