On an early morning walk from my apartment to my parents’ house to do laundry, I turn right at the last stop light and find a pleasant surprise waiting for me. My creepy admirer who shops where I work is sitting in his car with his window down, and he spots me.
Here I am in my holiest, stained, most comfortable baggy pullover sweatshirt with hood up and everything, hair down and un-brushed, all piled on top of nasty gray too-big sweat pants. I hoped like I didn’t give a shit, because not a single one could be found when I heard the guy pipe up and say, “Hey! Look who I found! Where you heading?”
I avoided eye contact, kept strolling along and barely grumbled “home,” loud enough for him to hear. In my mind I finished up with, “Not that it’s any of your business where I’m going.”
He regularly comes into work, I’ll run his transaction, and he’ll say “Hey gorgeous, how are you today?” Or, “You should smile, gorgeous!” “Where’s your name tag, aren’t you supposed to wear one?”
Guys like that- I want to invite them to coffee, and then proceed to show them all the things they’re doing wrong; tell them how to really get a girl’s attention without being a pushy, demanding, controlling creep. I think that’s just how most guys are told/shown how to handle women (notice my word choice there) in American society. It really bothers me.
If he comes in again, and there’s no one around/in line behind him, I may say something to him. I should say something to him.