Every smile you fake, every claim you stake...
So, I got followed today. Followed as in the creepy type.
It started out harmless. I was walking back to my apartment building from class, which is approximately 20 minutes from my stats class, and I have Butch Walker on my headphones, and I am indulging in rawkstar fantasies in which my knee high lace up boots play a prominent part and I am spinning and twirling and vamping on a stage in my mind.
When all of a sudden someone walks up beside me and starts talking.
I look. It's a guy, a good bit taller than I am. His gait and speech tell me he is slightly mentally handicapped. Strangers striking up random conversation (especially male strangers) with me kinda puts me on edge (due to things my ex and his friends did), but I decide, hey, it's daytime, people are all around going to class, I'll talk to him.
Here's how the conversation went:
Him: It's really hot today.
Me: Yeah it is.
Him: You going to class?
Me: No. Going home.
Him: You going to your car?
Me: No. I walk home.
Him: Let me take you home.
Me: No. (laugh) I need to walk. I need the exercise.
Him: No, you don't. Let me take you home.
Me: No, really, I need to walk.
(At this point I get very nervous.)
Him: (a little louder) Please let me take you home!
Me: (walking a little faster) No. I would MUCH RATHER WALK.
Him: PLEASE! LET ME TAKE YOU HOME!
(By now, he has attracted attention from passers-by, who evidently find this infinitely more funny than I do.)
Me: NO! I AM WALKING! WALKING!
(He keeps following me determinedly, running after me, until he sees someone he knows, then veers off to talk to them. However, he is going in the direction of my apartment building, so I turned left and went to my old dorm so he wouldn't know where I really live. Then I decided to go see Suzy since she still lives in our old dorm, but she wasn't in.)
Christ. It was a GREAT day before this happened.
It started out harmless. I was walking back to my apartment building from class, which is approximately 20 minutes from my stats class, and I have Butch Walker on my headphones, and I am indulging in rawkstar fantasies in which my knee high lace up boots play a prominent part and I am spinning and twirling and vamping on a stage in my mind.
When all of a sudden someone walks up beside me and starts talking.
I look. It's a guy, a good bit taller than I am. His gait and speech tell me he is slightly mentally handicapped. Strangers striking up random conversation (especially male strangers) with me kinda puts me on edge (due to things my ex and his friends did), but I decide, hey, it's daytime, people are all around going to class, I'll talk to him.
Here's how the conversation went:
Him: It's really hot today.
Me: Yeah it is.
Him: You going to class?
Me: No. Going home.
Him: You going to your car?
Me: No. I walk home.
Him: Let me take you home.
Me: No. (laugh) I need to walk. I need the exercise.
Him: No, you don't. Let me take you home.
Me: No, really, I need to walk.
(At this point I get very nervous.)
Him: (a little louder) Please let me take you home!
Me: (walking a little faster) No. I would MUCH RATHER WALK.
Him: PLEASE! LET ME TAKE YOU HOME!
(By now, he has attracted attention from passers-by, who evidently find this infinitely more funny than I do.)
Me: NO! I AM WALKING! WALKING!
(He keeps following me determinedly, running after me, until he sees someone he knows, then veers off to talk to them. However, he is going in the direction of my apartment building, so I turned left and went to my old dorm so he wouldn't know where I really live. Then I decided to go see Suzy since she still lives in our old dorm, but she wasn't in.)
Christ. It was a GREAT day before this happened.