The curse strikes again

Well, it has happened again. Yet another creepy old man has hit on me. It has become such an epidemic that my mom actually suggested to me that I pray and ask God to take this affliction from me.

So church was really good today. Really good.

Then after church, a TON of us (like about 25-30) stayed and all ate together, including a couple of old homeless men who had come in.

Well, one of them stared at me all through dinner. I was sitting very far away and was doing my level best to not look at him. Then he calls all the way across the table, introduces himself and says "We'll meet again."

Eeek!

Then if this is not enough, I overhear this conversation between him and one of the older men in the church. (Closer people to them filled me in on all the creepy details I missed.)

Creepy man: I want to know something about HER. (Points at me). Is she married?

Christian man: Well, she is really young, and going to school. (Tone of voice suggesting that he was actually saying, "ew! she is a third of your age you pervert, that is totally innapropriate!).

Creepy Man: Well, that's not what I asked. I asked if she was married. I am not seeing anyone.

So my reaction to this was to get my cousin Robbie to act like my boyfriend. We sat on the same chair, he put his arm around me, I put my head on his shoulder and we called each other honey and dear.

But he never stopped staring at me.

So my dad is at the moment buying him a bus ticket to Calgary.

You Know That The Guy Who Supposedly Likes You Doesn't Listen To A Thing You Say When...

He says that all people going into your chosen career path are "the most heartless and cruel people ever."

Excuse me?

The Report

So I was told to fess up on how it went, so here you go:

Well, we alctually had a lot of fun. The film on whales was really really nice. I learned a lot, and it was so magestic. We whispered comments during the movie, so it totally wasn't awkward at all. The film only lasted 40 minutes, so afterwards we went to Timmie's, and had a bite to eat and chatted for another 40 minutes, and had fun trading stories and laughing. Then he dropped me off at home, and it totally wasn't awkward at all. I had a nice, fun, relaxing time, just as I'd hoped.

Then the text messages started.

Incidentally, why must conversations like this needs be via test message? It costs me 25 cents apiece! What is wrong with in person?

So first of all he thanked me for going out and said he'd had fun, and said next time we should make it a 'real date.'

So I ran over to Julia's and was like "He paid! What's the difference between tonight and a real date?" She suggested asking him that, so I did.

The answer was longer than a 40 minute movie and a night out on the town.

So... I dithered for a few minutes, but decided that I am less interested than he is, and he isn't a Christan, and I would be a terribly unloyal and unaffectionate girlfriend, as I like other people more, and would ditch him for one of them, and don't even want to hold his hand.

And as two dates leads to three, which leads to four.....

I texted back that I had lots of fun, and would like to hang out again, but only as friends, as I need a Christan boyfriend.

And it has been an hour, and no more texts.

It was so much fun! Why did it have to get awkward??

A different variation to the same old theme...

So. You know all the creepy old man stories I told all last summer?

Enter a new, more pleasent variety.

So over the summer I met Bill, a manager from Cold Lake. Well, after the manager in Westmount finally got fired in September, Bill moved to Edmonton and took over his job. I like dropping into the store every so often, and we talk and stuff, and when I worked there for a day, he got my number, and I got the vibes that he knew I was a girl (doesn't happen often, but I usually pick up on it when it does).

So I popped in there for a few moments today, and then walked home, and after I'd been home for a while, I got a text that asked if I liked IMAX movies.

So I phoned and left a voice mail that said that yes I did. (Can't make it too easy!)

So he texted back and invited me to see the whales.

So I am planning on going out and having fun. A nice fun, friendly date sounds like it would be... pleasent and relaxing.

And Bill already got a few points by not repeating the mistakes that others have previously made. He made an effort to try to get to know me. He actually invited me to something I'd like instead of the bar. And this is only just a date, not walking into the whole quagmire of the relationship blah blah gossip blah blah thing as if it was someone from camp.

Another odd incident, and my thoughts on this pattern

Check out this conversation:

I am at work. I see a man wave me over, so I go over:

Jen: Hi, is there anything I can help you with?

CrazyGuy (we'll call him CG): I am sorry to bother you at work, but I was walking by, and couldn't help but notice and tell you that you are absolutely beautiful.

Jen (a little taken back, but not shocked, too many crazy people have hit on her this summer): Thank you for the compliment.

CG: I would really love to visit and get to know you better.

Jen: I can't do that, but I thank you for the compliment and the bravery it must have taken to come talk to me. (I was trying out that thing from Hitch.)

CG: Well, even if I gave you my number, and you could call me and we could get together?

Jen: Fine. (thinking taking it and pitching it was easier than refusing)

CG: This is the number I am staying at right now, and the this number here is just voice mail, I have no fixed address right now.

Jen: OK.

CG: I look forward to seeing you.

Jen: Thank you for the compliment. Bye.

So then I promptly went to the back room and pitched his number, and hid out for a while.

I have learned something this summer. Apparently I am an attractive girl. Too bad the only people who think this are strangers, and thus, only ask me out because they like my body. I don't appreciate that attention, because I know that they don't like my mind or my spirit, but just my body. And I won't let myself be used like that.

But the opening line on this crazy guy (he really was crazy, not all his marbles were there) would have absolutely melted me if it had been a guy I knew and trusted saying it. Absolutely melted.

Creepy Story of the Day

So, two months ago I bought a really good steak sandwich in the food court at the mall.

Today, this simpleminded man about my mom's age comes into my store in a different mall. He remembered me from when I bought that stupid sandwich from him!! Two months ago! Isn't that wierd? And if that isn't enough, he promptly hits on me and asked me out!

So what was my response? I said, "No" and then hid in the back room until he left- which, by the way, took an inordinate amount of time, especially considering he wasn't buying anything.

So, this is my qustion to the world: WHY ME???

Why is it that all the creepy and wierd people are attracted to me? Am I a wierdo magnet?? And the normal, intellegent, great guys (so few of them, I know, but they are out there)- well, do I repell them or something? None of them ever flirt with me. Just the wackos.

I mean, let's take an inventory of the people who have asked me out:

1. Convict. Doing community service.

2. OK, this one isn't bad. Actually, I was kinda sad to say no, but he wasn't a Christan and had no interest in becoming one. Anyway, he was a student going into the army.

3. Wierd person on the bus.

4. Creepy guy who remembered me from 2 months previously.

That is it. Where are all the normal people??

And now I'll be looking over my shoulder for the rest of the week. And every time I go to the mall where I bought that sandwhich.

Walking Things

I am never going to complain about heat ever again. (Wait. I take that back, as that would be a lie.) Anyways, irony hit my life in that as soon as I complained about the heat, I was sent to a store that I had to walk about 10 blocks to get to after I got off the bus. This, of course, is the time it decides to pour rain for three solid days. I was terrified of getting splashed by cars while walking. I also wore three jackets to keep the rain and cold away from me. Then, as soon as I am done at that store, it gets sunny and warm again.

Today, while walking (with only one really nice jacket), I got horn tooted at twice and whistled at once. I am unsure what to think of this. I mean, firstly, it is a compliment. Some people think I am pretty. Then, of course, it is an insult. I mean, I am a person, people, not an object. Then, I wonder why it is only strangers that think I am hot. I really would appreciate it if people would keep their rude compliments to themselves, to let me avoid all of this circular thinking.