This man could have abducted me...or sexually assaulted me...or anything
You never know.
This world is not safe.
So today I was sitting outside my sister's psychology class, waiting for her to get out.
Then, a man briskly walked by,
Stopped, and said, "Excuse me, miss?"
I looked.
Turned my iPOD off and stared.
He looked no younger than 40.
Wearing like...a green jump-suit and brown boots.
And he had blonde, curly hair pulled back into a pony-tail.
Stubby-beared and glasses.
Tanned-skin.
He asked me if there were any art studios in this building.
I said, "no. This is the liberal arts building. But I can take you to the art building if you'd like?"
And he thanked me and asked, "so what are you studying? What do you want to major in?"
I politely smiled, gathered my things, and said, "Graphic arts."
His eyes were bright and he nodded, "You look like an art student."
So I walked him down the art hallway and LUCKILY found the art director--
Who's my digital imaging teacher.
They talked for a while.
This guy is a teacher at McKendree ((where I wanted to go until today)) and he teaches sculpting and painting at the university over there and was taking a tour of the campus because he wants to bring his students to visit.
And then he said, "I got lost but this very kind girl volunteered to show me around."
My teacher watched me.
I nervously smiled.
And quietly turned to leave...
And the guy told me to wait, because he really wanted to talk to me.
I wish I was rude because I'm too polite and so I stayed.
Then, when he was done, he offered to walk me back to where I had been sitting.
So we walked and then he stopped and wanted to show me some of his work.
He told me he did figure-drawings ((which translates to: nude work)) and began flipping through his pictures.
I liked them.
And he looked at me...
And he looked creepy.
And he told me he really wanted me to come to his studio so that he could draw me. ((which means: nude...keep in mind))
And he couldn't stop staring at me.
And he was really close to me.
And he gave me his name and his number...
And then...
when I thought for SURE he was going to touch me...
LEILANI came and saved me!!
^.^--Leilani is a BEAUTIFUL teacher here who came over to my sister and me on Wednesday and said hello to us.
And we started talking and found out that she's from hawaii too!!!
She has the accent and everything!
So we reminisced about hawaii and everything. ^.^
Well, anyway.
Today, she saw me, smiled, and briskly walked over and said, "Hello Heather!"
((...not only did she remember my name...but she remembered that I was heather and not alicia XD))
And I sighed a sigh of relief and said, "Hello!"
And then I introduced the guy to her
And she smiled at him and was real polite, and then looked at me and said, "Well Heather, I've got something for you, follow me."
And I brightly smiled and said, "Okay. ^.^"--to the guy, "Good-bye, take care!"
And Leilani and I briskly walked away.
The whole time we were walking, I was thinking: "should I tell her how creepy he was or would that be too rude?"
And then she said, "Actually, I don't have anything for you but I thought I'd save you from that guy. Am I right? Was he creepy?"
And so I told her everything.
And she said, "Ha! I read you right!" and gave me a big hug and after I told her I was trying to ditch him but felt it would be too rude, she told me, "I learned how to be rude in my 30s. It takes a while but you learn that you just CAN'T be too nice to strangers."
When I told her he wanted me to pose for him in his studio, she pulled me into another hug and said,
"But you're just a little girl! You should seriously tell public safety about that creep."
I am NOT going to think about it...
But could you imagine what would have happened...
If Leilani hadn't of come?
I told my sister.
She gave me the, "this is EXACTLY why you shouldn't talk to strangers..." talk.
And she's right...
But still...she's so much better at "being mean" to people in their face, or rather, being firm, than I am.
...but see...
Last wednesday, a hindu lady asked me where a Ghandi meeting was and I gladly lead her...
And she was so appreciative and so nice.
And the feeling of helping someone was so gratifying.
But after today...?
I was thinking about telling my mom...
But what for?
Those were the longest 50 minutes of my day...
I don't want to imagine how many minutes longer I would have spent with that guy--or what it would have been like--if Leilani hadn't have come.
Many of you who read this might say, "Oh you should have been rude as hell or stronger or SOMETHING."
But >.<
I was raised to be polite.
Nice.
Respectful.
And because I'm so small ((5'3"...90lbs...))...I ACT small and insignificant around older people.
To respect them.
I can see myself as the girl who marries an abusive man and sits quiet and sits pretty to please him.
...
That sounds sick.
Weak people like me make me sick.
Ugh...
I'm listening to my boyfriend's radio show right now...
Not only is the music shitty...
But he's boring.
...>.<...wish I had the heart to tell him.
40 minutes of his show down...80 minutes to go...ugh...
I'll go put on some Gazette so I can drain out his shitty music...
Ugh.