So...last night Kimmie and I went to Just One More (a local bar) for a green drink on St. Patty's day. My little cousin Traci met us there for a little while too.
So we are sitting at the bar, all three in a row, chatting away and every once in awhile I look around to see who is there and every time that I do this older man is staring at us. The first thing I do when I notice this is frown and look away. I don't want him to think I'm looking back at him.
So Traci has to leave because she had a hot date with her man, Marc-y-Pooh (that's what I call him LOL) So Kim and I chat for awhile then go talk to our Dad's best friend's son for awhile. We go out the front door and decide to see if her brother-in-law is at a bar a half a block down. So she drops her sweatshirt off at her car while I wait outside It's 5 o'clock Somewhere (another bar). This man walks up to me, the same one that kept looking at me, my sister and my cousin.
He says, "Hi, I'm ???, what's your name?" I just kind of stare for a second because it was a bit scary. I was the only one on the sidewalk at that point and this strange man happened to just walk up to me and get in my space. So naturally I kind of back up, look around for people and escape routes and Kimmie and then because I was raised to be polite I said, "Jen" and he shakes my hand.
The whole time I'm hoping desperately that Kimmie will come back soon because let's face it, no matter how strong or fast I am he's a guy he's got the upper hand, so Kimmie being back means there are two of us. Much better odds for the chicks.
Then he says, "Where are all the happening bars? Where are you going?" and I'm thinking to myself, "Oh God, he's a creepy old fucking guy. Shit!" So I say, "Well, that depends on the night. You never know which bar is going to be more popular." Then he said, again, "Where are you going?" So I pointed to the bar we were standing outside of and said, "Here." I left out that we were going to go in, say hi and then go to the bowling alley. I didn't want him following us around and quite frankly it was none of his business.
So Kimmie finally makes it back and he says hi to her and blah blah blah and we walk in. I say to Kimmie as I quickly walk in, "I need to go to the bathroom" and she said, "Okay." He was behind us too. She knew he was creepy and wanted to escape his presence as well. She didn't really have to go to the bathroom but she understood we needed to stick together.
So I go to the bathroom and we discuss our exit strategy. Our plan was formulated quickly and efficiently. We decided we'd go out the back door because it was right next to the women's bathroom and go back down to Just One More, go straight through and back outside to the car and then we'd drive to the Bowling Alley.
It was a good plan and it worked. He didn't see us and didn't follow us. As we were rushing down the street to Just One More we saw the owner who is a very nice older gentlemen with a long gray beard. He really looks like Santa Clause. He said something about, "What's your hurry?" and we say, "We are trying to escape some dirty old man who is following us." and he says jokingly, "Then you happened to run into me. lol" I said, "Al, you are not a scary, creepy old man, you are nice. In fact I'm glad we ran into you." He laughed and we finished our exit plan, and we didn't see that creepy man for the rest of the night.
So anyways...moral of the story. 1. Never go out by yourself. Always go with someone else. 2. Make sure you know and trust someone else in the bar if you happen to be by yourself. 3. Old men should know better than to act like a scary creeper. Don't hit on girls that are half your age. Seriously. He was at least 50 and Kim is 25 and I look 25. That's just fucking gross. I'll never understand the male population. Creepy old fucking men! Damn that's gross.
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