My Happy Place Ruined!

I am so sick of nasty ass guys (read: CREEPERS). I've said it once, and I'll say it a million times, creepers are fucking annoying and I'm so over being single.

Yesterday, I went to my happy place: Barnes and Noble. I love going there. I can literally wander around for hours and not get bored. Yesterday was no exception.

I was walking around, not really looking for anything specific and I felt a pair of eyes on me. A little uneasy, I kept walking and stopping every few minutes to check out a book. A minute later, I knew I was being followed. I see a guy a few feet behind me, stopping every time I stopped.

Dude, are you serious?

I headed over to the womens studies section, sure that he wouldn't follow me there.

Wrong.

He did.

Finally, I hear him say, "Excuse me?"

"What?" I asked angrily. Don't mess with me when I'm at Barnes and Noble.

"I just wanted to introduce myself. Your so gorgeous and I can't take my eyes off of you," he said.

ARE. YOU. FUCKING. KIDDING. ME.

Incredulous, I stared blankly back at him. He continued to ask me questions about where I'm from, how frequently I come to the store, what my favorite book is...All the while, I'm clearly ignoring him, not listening, and still looking at books. Luckily, in my angry pacing, I landed in front of the cultural studies section and grabbed a Post Secret book.

I said, "Nice to meet you," and quickly walked away.

Now, come on! That is not cute in any way. I don't want to be hit on wearing leggings, a hoodie, Northface, my hair thrown in a bun on the top of my head and wearing glasses at Barnes and Noble on a Friday morning.

Please don't try to tell me it's flattering and it was a compliment. I didn't feel flattered at all, the way he was eye-ing me. I felt violated. And at my happy place! The rest of my time there, I was peeking around aisles trying to ensure that Mr. Creeper and I wouldn't bump into each other.

I realize this didn't happen because I'm a single girl. I know the same thing probably would have happened even if I was still with The Ex. But, if I was with The Ex, I would have laughed it off and called him to complain about it. And, I probably would have done it loudly so the creeper would hear. Somehow, being single and having this happen just sort of twisted the knife a little bit more...

So, WTF is this guy thinking? Does he think he's going to find himself a hot Friday night date perusing the aisles of a bookstore?

Not with this classy girl, he isn't.

*Oh, and by the way, I'm obsessed with Post Secret, and when I was thumbing through the book, a secret written on a receipt fell out of the book. Someone had been standing there like me thumbing through, and left their secret. I felt so inspired that I left one of my own! I might start leaving my secrets all over the place. It's very freeing to put words on actual paper, and leaving them for others to find*