Ugh.
So I'm walking out of Barnes & Noble about 30 minutes ago because it's closing time. I walk out the door and hold it open behind me in case someone is coming after me. There is, and he says "Thank you". I shot him a "mhmm" in return and went on my way. As I'm walking, I hear someone say "That's an interesting..." I turn around and the guy talking to me and pointing to his lip, obviously referring to my own. I say "Yeah, it's a lip piercing." He asks if it's jewelry. I say yes. I turn to walk away....This is the conversation that follows.
Random Dude: Do you live in Atlanta?
Oscar: No. I live about 10 minutes that way *Point towards my house*
RD: Oh. I'm trying to figure out how far away it is.
O: Well. If you get on 575 south *point to it*, it'll turn into 75 and you'll be there in about 20 minutes.
RD: Oh. Do you know if there's a Hamilton Inn there?
At this point, I think he's some dude traveling through.
O: Well...not off the top of my head. Atlanta's pretty big, though, so I'm sure you'll find whatever you need.
I start to walk away and give him a wave goodnight.
This is where it starts getting creepy.
RD: So what do you do?
O: Huh?
RD: For a job.
O: Oh. I'm a house painter.
Here, he kind of didn't say anything for about a second, and looked like he was thinking pretty hard. I'm thinking he's new to the area and needs a job.
RD: I think you're really attractive.
This is the point where I realized that this dude looked like a stereotypical child molester mug shot. White. Mid 30's. Bad skin. Bad clothes.
O: Wow. That's really flattering..thank you. *start tip toeing away*
RD: Those jeans are really nice.
O: Thanks. They're Gap jeans *inches further away*
O: I have to go
RD: Do you work out?
O: Yes. I do.
RD: You look like you do.
O: Thanks...I really have to go.
And this he said with almost desperation in his voice
RD: If I got on my knees and cried for you, would that help?
O: *Fucking freaked out* Um....nooo.....not....really. I have to go. *Walks away*
He follows after me and I'm starting to get pretty scared because this guy is bigger than I am, it's late, and the parking lot is about empty. I guess I know how women feel when guys are all leering at them and shit.
RD: Well...thanks for letting me chat with you.
O: Yup.
I got to my truck and almost died. I felt so utterly fucking gross.
Fucking christ man. Ew.
Random Dude: Do you live in Atlanta?
Oscar: No. I live about 10 minutes that way *Point towards my house*
RD: Oh. I'm trying to figure out how far away it is.
O: Well. If you get on 575 south *point to it*, it'll turn into 75 and you'll be there in about 20 minutes.
RD: Oh. Do you know if there's a Hamilton Inn there?
At this point, I think he's some dude traveling through.
O: Well...not off the top of my head. Atlanta's pretty big, though, so I'm sure you'll find whatever you need.
I start to walk away and give him a wave goodnight.
This is where it starts getting creepy.
RD: So what do you do?
O: Huh?
RD: For a job.
O: Oh. I'm a house painter.
Here, he kind of didn't say anything for about a second, and looked like he was thinking pretty hard. I'm thinking he's new to the area and needs a job.
RD: I think you're really attractive.
This is the point where I realized that this dude looked like a stereotypical child molester mug shot. White. Mid 30's. Bad skin. Bad clothes.
O: Wow. That's really flattering..thank you. *start tip toeing away*
RD: Those jeans are really nice.
O: Thanks. They're Gap jeans *inches further away*
O: I have to go
RD: Do you work out?
O: Yes. I do.
RD: You look like you do.
O: Thanks...I really have to go.
And this he said with almost desperation in his voice
RD: If I got on my knees and cried for you, would that help?
O: *Fucking freaked out* Um....nooo.....not....really. I have to go. *Walks away*
He follows after me and I'm starting to get pretty scared because this guy is bigger than I am, it's late, and the parking lot is about empty. I guess I know how women feel when guys are all leering at them and shit.
RD: Well...thanks for letting me chat with you.
O: Yup.
I got to my truck and almost died. I felt so utterly fucking gross.
Fucking christ man. Ew.