so, what is it with some people being just.. weird and kind of creepy?
like today, going home early from work, this dude got on the subway and sat in the seat diagonally across from mine, and just started to stare. and i mean stare. and it wasn't just like some random thing where maybe he recognized me or something, it was just this weird stare.. and it kept going and going and going.
obviously, i completely ignored it, which was hard considering he was like 2 feet away. i got out my book (thank goodness for the book! - alan alda's never have your dog stuffed: and other things i've learned) and proceeded to read it very intently.
the thing is, the dude refused to stop the stare. since he kept having a slight smile, i assumed it was some ridiculous attempt to try and force me to eventually look up and then he'd say something and i'd be trapped. so, i refused to look up.
after a while, like way over 5 minutes, i saw the lady (from the very corner of my eye) acoss from me actually turn her head and look at the dude because she too noticed he was staring at me and was obviously equally puzzled, but he totally didn't care.
so, this went on for the entire 16 minute trip he was on the train - all ten fucking stations. when he finally got up to go, he tapped my shoulder on the way past and started babbling assinine crap about how my face was so beautiful and how he'd been wanting to say that all through the trip (ick!) and whatever else crap he could think of, and then asked if he could give me his number.
i'm sorry, WHAT? what part of very obviously and purposely IGNORING your psycho-stare for 16 full minutes would make you think i'd accept a phone number and use it?
seriously! how does a person that clueless reach adulthood? meh?
oh well. it's not as bad as the dude in durham that got up into the middle aisle of the bus i was on and loudly pronounced that he wanted to marry me (and that i best not have a boyfriend because then he'd have to have a "talk" with him). (he was very scary serious, and obviously high. it was beyond scary, since it's not like he'd said a word to me before getting up). he continued to rant, and the other passengers thought it was funny at first, but it was so scary, he just wouldn't stop ranting at me in front of everybody. eventually the bus driver persuaded him to get off at the next stop.
or, oh man, the dude in chapel hill in full business suit that crossed heavy main street traffic to follow me into a drugstore (that i only went into because i was freaked out at seeing this stranger catch sight of me and make a bee-line, seemingly to follow me. i thought if i went inside the drugstore, i'd see that i'd been wrong, but i wasn't, and he simply followed me inside, ew) and ask (politely, but still??) if he could kiss the tattoo on my leg. wtf?!
haha. and i'd like to note that the proper conclusion to draw from all this is not that i'm snazzy (but i did have a good hairday today, haha), but that i am indeed a freak-magnet. meh!
people. fucking creepy, man! 8(