ooooooook...
I am feeling legitimately creeped out, violated, sick, and just plain squicked.
so walking home from the train this lovely afternoon, some dude, probably in his 50s (which doesnt bother me seeing as my Master is in His 50s.. but...) decided it would be a good idea to chat me up while i was waiting to cross the street.
i had passed this same dude two or three blocks back.
i couldnt even tell you what he was saying specifically, talking about my body and shit.
i wanted to get away from this guy so SO bad. i have never had that strong of a reaction to someone before. like, ill get comments and looks every time i go out, but seriously.
i actually had to tell him (even after many times of completely ignoring him-someone couldnt take a fucking hint) that i felt that what he was doing was harassment and that i would appreciate it if he would stop. he said he was sorry, but THEN KEPT GOING ON.
so, no, he didnt follow me home.
even the thought... i wanna puke.
BAAAD VIBES from that dude.
omg.
and then ANOTHER person somehow can ask a legitimate question, i am a kind person so i answer. and then, hot damn your fine... are you single?
can i go shower now?
in other news, my set will be out in about 8.5 more days!
#stillsquicked.
