The other night, I am out with my friends. We were at a local bar we like, they have a great band, shots for all, we were having a good time. Some guys flirted, I flirted back, a pretty normal night. Some guy comes right up to me at the table, no easy feat since I had wedged myself into the corner, and asks me, "Have you ever been on Alt.com?" Now, for future reference, when a stranger asks you this, the answer is, "No," but I had been drinking and I was caught off guard, so I said, "Yes." He makes a circular motion around his face like I should know who he is and I stare at him, blankly. "What's your screen name?" I ask him and he starts to reply. Right away I know who it is.
When I first signed up on Alt.com he was one of the people I met. Nice enough guy but after chatting a few times, he's not for me. I have successfully avoided him for a couple of months, occasionally chatting with him on Yahoo, but never making plans with him or calling him no matter how many times he gives me his number. Evidently the subtle let-down is lost on this guy, and I will remember next time not to bother sparing a stranger's feelings.
He just sits right down and begins introducing himself to everyone at my table. My friends, you know, the people who actually know me, can tell I am extremely uncomfortable and keep giving me the "let's get rid of this asshole" look. Being the sweet girl I am, I am still attempting to not be Super Cunt so I tell them no. I turn completely away from him and ignore him, he still does not take the hint. By now, one of my male companions, who happens to be drinking tequila (and that is why I shall call him Tequila), is getting annoyed. He keeps asking me to give him the go to get rid of this guy, I still say no, in my attempt to keep it all friendly and not start a huge bar brawl (I have matured a lot in the last several years).
After about 10 minutes, he finally gets the hint (so I think) and leaves. I run outside for a cigarette and some anonymity. We come back inside to our table and soon enough, my leech is back. Before Tequila pounds his face into the table, he leaves again...but not for long. By this point I am squished into the tiniest corner, literally behind everyone, and hanging on Tequila like a sweater. He just comes right back there with me. Balls of Steel or Absolute Lack of Social Decorum?
This time I give Tequila the go. I think what I said was, "Please get rid of this guy, he's freaking me out." Tequila edges him out of the corner and tells him, "Dude, you're done." So he leaves...again. At this point, the average drunk idiot would have just assumed I was "with" Tequila and left it alone, but not this guy. Oh no, he came back again! This time Tequila told him, "Get the FUCK out of here!"
I am a rather brazen girl. I don't get scared too easily, especially in public places. But this weirdo had me so freaked out, I instituted a buddy system whenever any of the females had to run to the bathroom (which promptly fell apart because DD is an idiot when she drinks). We managed to avoid him for the rest of the night, but then the messaging started. After all that, this idiot actually messaged me, more than once, to see what I was up to afterward.
From one fucking profile picture. How fucking crazy is that?
Oh yeah, the best part?
He was wearing a Donald Duck t-shirt...in a fucking bar.
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