I have seen my fair share of creepers before. I have witnessed as others are awkwardly approached by them, I have encountered them at parties, I have even been asked out by some on the streets of LA while riding my bike to class. But never in my life had I properly encountered a creep! Never had I encountered someone who made me feel so uncomfortable I wanted to run away flailing my arms screaming. Never that is, until Friday night.
However to properly tell my story let me take you back a little further, back to a couple of weeks ago (May 21st) when I bit a bullet to talk to a guy so my friend could meet his friend [This is a weekly occurace, apparently it is my job to talk to people other wise she won't talk to anyone. Now as annoying as this may be sometimes, I really don't mind because I like meeting/talking to people]. Anyway, the entire time I was talking to this guy, Anthony, who may I add is drier and more boring than sitting atop a dune in the Sahara desert, I noticed a guy kept staring at me. I continued talking to Anthony while pretending that I did not have a pair of eyes strongly fixated on me (I really do hate being stated at). In any case the night ended without incident.
Friday night my friend and I go out, and shortly after we arrive I notice that same guy who two weeks early had been staring at me all night. It did not help that my friend and I were standing near him, it became obvious that he remembered me, as his eyes were fixated on me again. This time however, he had a friend.
Soon it was apparent that the guys friend also entertained himself by staring at me. The guy, who was wearing an overly bedazzled t-shirt that blinded me with its brilliance, to be relief soon turned his attention to a string of other girls. His friend's attention however was more constant. By this time I believe, I had met a guy with pert opinions, a fondness for certain things ridiculous, and sarcasm to boot...it was as if I was talking to the male version of myself (I realized I'm quite fun to talk to, though perhaps a little trying with an odd sense of humor) but this shall be discussed in another post. It was this new friend though that propelled the events that followed.
From this moment on to my horror the guys eyes are transfixed on me. Did it make me feel uncomfortable? fk yes! But he had not yet solidified his creeper status. At some point the guy decided to stand next to me, this caused me to hyperventilate a bit, but I avoided all eye contact by talking to my new very unhelpful friend. It was at this point that the guy starts to earn his creeper status...he begins to nudge me about 10 times while I ignore him keeping my attention elsewhere. Did he get the hint? No, of course not! Luckily the bar was close to closing, but fearing that said creeper would attempt to follow me out, I asked the continually unhelpful boy to walk out with me.
Good thing I did because said creep and friend walked out behind us. Now once outside you would think that with people dispersing it would be somewhat difficult to find those you were talking to inside. Nope, the guy didn't skip a beat and continued to stare at me, however it now appeared more like stalking, as he lurked in the shadows of corners and behind pillars. This continued for several horrifying minutes.
After this encounter I was terrified to run into the creeper again, who apparently is named Mario. On Saturday when my friend and I went out and after my British friend had left, I felt a disturbance in the force. Well I didn't just feel it, I saw it...and it was horrible, like a coward I ran to my friend for refuge, but since she was standing near where they had stood the day before I decided it would be best for me to venture out and make new friends. I found a guy named Mike who at 6'3 I thought would be an amazing shield from Mario. I quickly told him my situation and he was more than happy to help, but I knew I couldn't stay in one place for long since I had seen Mario walking around. On one of my visits back to my friend, it was obvious that Mario had not only recognized me but my friend as well. While I stayed with them, the guy she was talking to said that Mario kept staring at me. I knew it, I felt a pair of eyes attempting to piece through me. I then saw Mike and asked him to see if he could tell who I had been avoiding all night. It took him all but 30 seconds to find Mario.
I again attempted to venture off and find someone to save me from the madness. I found Derek, a 6'5 once college baseball pitcher. Well...it turns out Derek turned out to be a creep too, who told me to shut up one to many times, and attempted to put his hand on my knee on more than one occasion [gag]. Again it was about time to go so I practically ran to the door, but thought it would be best to be sandwiched between my friend and her British friend. But Mario and his friend appeared to have foreseen this, as they were standing on opposite sides of the door. After some strategic planning on my part we managed to escape undetected, at which pointed I wanted to yell out flawless victory! And so ends my creeper tale though I would be lying if I said that I'm not completely terrified to run into those two boys again.
[note: throughout this entire ordeal and on both days I want everyone to know that my friend did nothing to help me. At least nothing worthy to be called help. More and more I feel like I'm in this alone and my relationship with her needs to be seriously reevaluated but that's for another post]
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