creepy crawler
eeps. congratulate me. i've got myself a stalker.
here i am, at the public library, browsing some of the periodicals, and this fat bloke starts talking to me.
fat bloke: hey... weren't you at the cafe over at oakleigh?
(that's 2 suburbs away from where i stay. they've got a smashing greek cafe with a scrumptious selection of desserts, coffee and gelato)
spyda: err. i think you've got the wrong person.
FB: it was you. i recognise your hair. you were there with 2 other girls and a guy over the easter weekend.
S: oh...! yeah. you were there too??
FB: yeah i wanted to come over to say hi, but you girls left soon after.
S: well, hi!
FB: *sticks out hand* my name's john.
S: hi. spyda. *sticks out hand reluctantly* hey, i've got some books i need to look up. see ya around, k?
so i quickly walked off to my design/philosophy section. i walked blindly. i was still shaken by the encounter. and i found myself somehow at the travel section instead. so i stopped to take a look at the travel books anyway. to calm myself down.
and.he.appears.in.my.face.again.
FB: oh, i like to travel. i'm thinking of selling my house for a bit and going elsewhere.
S: that's great! (in my heart: yay! get faaaar away from me.)
FB: so. do you live alone? what do you do on weekends? pubs? dancing?
S: nah... i stay with a housemate. we don't go out much on weekends. (like hell i'm going to let you know where i go lor!)
FB: we should exchange phone numbers. always good to have friends! and i could come over to your place, or you and your housemate could come to mine.
S: *peng san* @_@""
- - - - - - -
shall not continue this horribly arduous exchange any longer.
but later on, after i managed to worm my way out of the situation (and out of the library as well), there he was again, standing in front of me at the supermarket! grrr.... had to have some inane conversation about cooking at home or doing takeouts since he stayed alone. desperate, man!
so i left in a hurry. checked no one was following me to my car. even contemplated tearing out my car license plate number temporarily. and i locked the car door immediately and sped off.
*shudders* i hope he doesn't ever cross my path again.
here i am, at the public library, browsing some of the periodicals, and this fat bloke starts talking to me.
fat bloke: hey... weren't you at the cafe over at oakleigh?
(that's 2 suburbs away from where i stay. they've got a smashing greek cafe with a scrumptious selection of desserts, coffee and gelato)
spyda: err. i think you've got the wrong person.
FB: it was you. i recognise your hair. you were there with 2 other girls and a guy over the easter weekend.
S: oh...! yeah. you were there too??
FB: yeah i wanted to come over to say hi, but you girls left soon after.
S: well, hi!
FB: *sticks out hand* my name's john.
S: hi. spyda. *sticks out hand reluctantly* hey, i've got some books i need to look up. see ya around, k?
so i quickly walked off to my design/philosophy section. i walked blindly. i was still shaken by the encounter. and i found myself somehow at the travel section instead. so i stopped to take a look at the travel books anyway. to calm myself down.
and.he.appears.in.my.face.again.
FB: oh, i like to travel. i'm thinking of selling my house for a bit and going elsewhere.
S: that's great! (in my heart: yay! get faaaar away from me.)
FB: so. do you live alone? what do you do on weekends? pubs? dancing?
S: nah... i stay with a housemate. we don't go out much on weekends. (like hell i'm going to let you know where i go lor!)
FB: we should exchange phone numbers. always good to have friends! and i could come over to your place, or you and your housemate could come to mine.
S: *peng san* @_@""
- - - - - - -
shall not continue this horribly arduous exchange any longer.
but later on, after i managed to worm my way out of the situation (and out of the library as well), there he was again, standing in front of me at the supermarket! grrr.... had to have some inane conversation about cooking at home or doing takeouts since he stayed alone. desperate, man!
so i left in a hurry. checked no one was following me to my car. even contemplated tearing out my car license plate number temporarily. and i locked the car door immediately and sped off.
*shudders* i hope he doesn't ever cross my path again.
posted by limegreenspyda at 10:41:00 pm
14 Comments:
Congratulations!
hahaha
but that's really scary. to see him at the supermart again!
remember to check if there's anyone hiding in your car before you lock your door the next time and drive off ok?????
:D :D :D
Congratulations!! ;-)
Too bad stalkers are not every cute guys....
Be careful, but I'm sure it was a one time incident.
fat fingers: yeah, i remember reading this forwarded email, that if you e.v.e.r. see a strange weirdo in your car, you should take aim and poke at his eyes. in self defense. gross, but effective! :)
-g.d.: i sure HOPE it was once off... i dunno what to say if i run into him again.
oz spirit: yeah. but it's hard to give it up when they've got a great cafe like niko's! and i'll be most vigilant from now on when i'm in oakleigh. and maybe bring a pepper spray! *poof!*
bubbles: hey! i was JUST thinking of the pepper spray thing! haha! see the time the comments were posted! great minds do think alike! :D
Eek! Does not get the hint eh?
How did you worm out of not exchanging numbers? Me not good at thinking up excuses on the spot...
maoie: haha i'm not very good either, but i've kena-ed this situation other times before, so i've had practice: just tell the weirdo you don't have a handphone! haha! do NOT take your keitai out when unnecessary so there's no chance of it being seen! CONSTANT VIGILANCE! heh! and say you've just changed your home phone number, and you've no idea what it is, seeing as you don't call yourself all that often! :) there! all done!
I'm trying to recall which tv show or movie "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" came from...
I *know* I know it...
(ponders)
maoie: give you ginormous clue: professor moody :) hey. i've got the urge to watch amadeus and the crow! haha... reminded me of you!
"I no speaka Engrish"???
LMD: heh. didn't think of that one! but what if he started doing the whole charades thing... will die! :)
kaoz..blardy sickopath....suay sia..
ka chuaz: yeah. fat bloke not cute some more! sigh... suay. at least cute never mind!
eugh.
haha
fat bloke.
reminds me of the countless times eugh ppl come up and say, "let's be friends."
my favourite line back to them is," i only make friends with girls." or "i do only girls"
gutter: i never get approached by the cute/decent-looking ones either... it's my karma, y'think??
miryclay: haha i tried that line once. but it made the fat/ugly/horny bloke even more interested. tsk. :P
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