I am Not Amused, you guys.
Patrick and I went to the Student Health Center today (he’s so sick, my poor baby), and after, went to get food at the Student Center. On the way in, I noticed some kid waving at me, but I didn’t recognize him and didn’t think much of it. I got a turkey sandwich (with oregano on it, YUM) and enjoyed it.
For a while. Until I noticed that same kid that I saw coming in had slowly snaked his way around the tables between us, and was now standing awkwardly next to the booth I was sitting in. You know, doing normal things like waiting for me to make eye contact with him so he could talk to me. I, naturally, responded to this situation by not looking up at all costs and playing Tiny Tower on my phone so I wouldn’t have to.
This plan worked fine until we had to leave, and, to my horror, realized we could not escape through the back door and would have to walk right by this kid again. I pretended to be on my phone again, but it didn’t work. Our conversation went something like this:
Creepy: How’s it going?
Me: Hi… who are you?
Me: Okay… how do I know you?
Creepy: …What’s your name?
Creepy: Gina. G-I-N-A?
Me: Yeah. Okay, see you around.
And then I left.
Why. Why, person I have never met ever, did you think it was a good idea to follow me and try to talk to me about nothing in particular? Do you think making me uncomfortable is going to make me want to talk to you? All it did was make me angry. I shouldn’t have to actively avoid people. Or feel uncomfortable. Fuck you.