So I’m sitting in a coffee shop working, the place was full for a while but is now in a bit of a lull having mostly emptied out. I’ve got my headphones on and I’m all the way in the back section alone. You think this would signal that I might want to be left alone but the late night crazies never seem to get this message.
A big Latin women comes up to me and decides to sit right next to me on the chair where I was resting my feet. I of course, try to move them. If she wants to sit there, who am I stop her. It’s not my coffee shop. But she grabs my leg and tells me to put my feet back up. Then she starts rubbing my toes.
Not kidding.
That should have been the first signal but I couldn’t really get out of the situation without looking like a total asshole. She starts telling me that in her broken english that I’m so beautiful and that she was starring at me the whole night. I’m not quite sure what to make of these obvious advances. She gives me her email. Gives me her bracelet. Again not quite sure what to say, I thank her. The conversation continues and I make a point to mention that I indeed like boys and only boys but even this does not dissuade her. She tries to make conversation for a while and when that lapses, just stares at me.
After a few minutes she starts talking in Spanish which unfortunately I understand. She begins to tell me about her apartment and how I should come back with her. Trying to shrug off her advances, I tell her I need to work. She replies that I can still work, she just wants to watch me work.
Watch me work. Like that’s not creepy or anything.
After a few more minutes she she reaches out to touch my feet again which I had moved to what I thought was a safe distance away. I pull my feet back, she finally gets the message and leaves. Not seeing her, I decide to take this opportunity to leave while I can. She sees me packing up and comes back trying to stop me from leaving, telling me that she’s in love with me. I’m so beautiful, blah blah and starts following me out. I start getting a little worried at this point that’s she’s going to follow me home. So i go back in. She comes back, staying a foot or two behind me, obviously going to go whereever i go. I had to grab a strapping fellow to accompany me back to my apartment. While I’ve been hit on before, I’ve never had to do that!
So weird.
Posted: September 4th, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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