It was my second day of school today and I was headed to the library to finish some work. I walked in, saw an empty table and took it. As I was ready to write, this thin, crooked-teeth, morning-haired Asian guy walked up to me with this confident yet ‘credibly disturbing grin on his face. Already, I knew this guy was some kind of psycho. Was it a if-I-can’t-have-her-then-no-one-else-can kind of psycho? Or a I’m-in-love-with-her-but-I-never-met-her-before psycho? Or a combination of both? I don’t know, but gawd, I hope I don’t find out.
“’Scuse me, is this seat available? Mind if I take it?” He puts his hand over the top of the chair that was next to mine.
“No, go ahead.”
He pulls the chair, sits in it, and looks at me. “You thought I was going to take it, huh? Ha ha.”
“Oh wow yeah, you got me,” I looked at him, couldn’t help but glance at his teeth. They were like baby teeth, almost jagged at the bottom and his little baby canines were pointing towards each other. Creepy I thought. I then tried to focus on my paper, to insinuate to him that I wasn’t interested in talking, or in him for that matter.
“Name’s Tim,” he puts his hand over my paper suggesting that I shake it.
“Tiff,” I shaked it (ew). I try to look at my paper again.
As I was thinking about what to write for my paper, clearly not wanting to converse, he starts to fiddle with my keys that were on the table.
“I just want to take your keys, go to every car in the parking lot and try to open them. And once I find your car I’m going to take it to the pound.”
(^He either said that, or “I’m going to pound it”. Not sure, was too weirded out to remember the exact quote)
“Oh…wow,” That’s all I could think of at the moment, I mean, what can you honestly say to that? I was at loss and was actually starting to get scared for my life.
“Ha ha I bet you think I’m a real funny guy, huh?”
“No not really…I was thinking of something else,” I really, really wanted this Tim guy to go away but without being an ass. “No offense, but I have some work to do so I really can’t talk to you.”
“W-w-wait wait, you seem like a very interesting person–and I’m sensing a really good vibe here,” He scans my body, meticulously, with his psychopathic pervy eyes from head to toe, toe to head. I cross my arms, hoping that it would somehow shield him from checking me out, “I want to talk to you, get to know you more.”
“Well…eh if you bump into me again on campus you can say ‘hi’,” I shrugged, “that’s the best I can do for ya.”
“How about I call you?” He leans in forward.
“I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.”
“But we can be just friends.”
“Still, you’re a stranger to me, I just met you a minute ago, I’m not going to give you my number.”
“We’re just friends.”
“We’re not friends, and I don’t want you to call me.”
“Is it because you’re insecure?”
With a louder, border-line booming OH NO YOU DIDN’T tone, I responded, “Insecure? It’s because I’m not that trusting, and I would never give you my number anyway because you’re coming on too strong,” I’m sure people in the library heard me.
“Fine, I’ll let you do your homework.” He walks away looking rather pissed, like a little girl who didn’t get the barbie she wanted.
After that incident I finally had the chance to do finish my paper in peace…ish. I was actually very much paranoid the whole time. As I writing, I was expecting the weird fucker to come back and attack me from behind, pulling a chunk of my hair out just so he can make a hair doll and masturbate to it everyday.
Thankfully, that didn’t happen, but yeah, he’s a creepy little sucker ain’t he?
Ever since you started to describe him to be scrawny looking asian guy with weird stares I so already lost interest.
So cool of you to put him in his place, my words to guys like that would have been ruder and he might stalk me and burn my home or something.
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LMAO @ “As I writing, I was expecting the weird fucker to come back and attack me from behind, pulling a chunk of my hair out just so he can make a hair doll and masturbate to it everyday.” That’s hilarious.
Yes, he was very creepy and very persistent, that’s a turn off for me too, whether a guy is trying to be funny and make friends or not. I hate that type of behavior. He’s lucky that you were being polite.
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ehhh… creepy. I had a somewhat similar incident at school. -__- if i were in your place though, i dont think i would know what to do .. throw my books at him? ignore him? or try? .. again throw my book at him? haha. you handled it pretty well though. what he said about your car… WOW .. thats a big red flag psycho alert right there.
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Man I wish shit like that would happen to me so I have something interesting to blog about. Hahhaah jk!
I think I would’ve been totally freaked out if I was in that situation and would just totally ignore him. I hate being in awkward situations!
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Fuck that noise, Jack. As soon as he played with your keys, you should’ve squirted pepper spray into his eyes. Rest assured, you’d never have to see those teeth ever again.
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I’m so glad I never get hit on like that LOL That is so creepy.
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Ack, that is creepy. I need to lean how to be a bitch (well, a bitch with a purpose, not just being bitchy for the hell of it) because I want so badly to “have words” with people like that, but I don’t because I’ve been so indoctrinated with the be-a-nice-girl bullshit. I haven’t encountered anyone quite that creep-tastic though.
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Tiff Reply:
September 7th, 2009 at 4:30 pm
When interacting with a possible psycho, it’s probably not the best idea to act like a bitch towards them lest they might actually do something psychotic :-/.
So it’s good to be more assertive and less of a bitch.
Though I do get a lot of weird and/ rude people who have talked to me before. So most of the time, I know (or think I know) how to handle the situation.
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Margaret Reply:
September 8th, 2009 at 2:21 pm
That’s kind of what I meant by “bitch with a purpose.” Because being assertive is very often considered bitchy behavior, it seems. But I feel 4000 times better when I stand up for myself than when I put up a pretense of politeness.
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Ew. Though I don’t think you handled it as well as you could have. Guys are pretty fucking stupid. And the weird ones just don’t have any comprehension of boundaries.
I think standing up and pushing back your chair with a loud gasp and exclaiming loud enough for the tables near you to hear you say “Excuuuuse me, are you trying to HIT ON ME IN A FUCKING LIB-RARY??” perhaps could have worked better.
Creepsville. Does this happen a lot in the US?
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does not sound like a very safe library D: maybe you should go to one where people aren’t allowed to talk..
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Tiff Reply:
September 7th, 2009 at 4:43 pm
It’s the school’s library. lol And I don’t think there’s such thing as a library where you’re not allowed to talk (at least not here).
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Maybe you should start carrying mace =P
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it’s b/c ur hot stuff ok =)
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wow, lol what the fuck. you have all the cool shit happen to you. >.>
because…because thats cool and all…
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Dude, My name is JIM, and that’s totally not how it went down. You obviously don’t remember much after I busted out the chloroform. I guess that was the point though.
Pretty funny, huh?
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