not only that, even if she expresses disinterest ( politely), that means he still has the right to stand around her and stare at her like a parking space he's in danger of losing. better yet if he has a friend to help him stare, or help him cajole/berate/harangue the woman into whatever he wants (the small 'favour' of talking or whatever).
as i said today to the friend of grandpa (who was the second person to join the stalker list) "i realize HE wants to talk to ME, but we talked enough already over there by the washroom. i dont want to talk to him any more. i didn' t know there was a rule that i HAVE to satisfy every man in here tonight?"
=/
then i had to run my own interference cus no matter how many evasive manoeuvers we made to keep stalkers 1a and b, and then stalker 2 from pressing in, they still felt they should STARE.... quite pervy. cus it makes you feel like you are under surveillance.
so even if the person is not trying to rub up on you, they are trying to make eye contact, and basically staring at you as if you are a stripper - performing for their eyes only... except you dont make any money.
the original Staremaster and his friend had taken turns asking me a range of questions including which band i played mas with. unfortunately, we might be in the same one. GAH. now that we've defected and all. then they got around to the questions they REALLY wanted to know:
1. do you have a boyfriend?
2. where is he?
3. you should have brought him.... wait, is he in canada?
4. *wait for it*
*drumroll*
do you have any children?
WTF?!
how
is that any of your business? what - am i in an interview? i didn't know that i was coming to an office. i thought i was coming to cro bar. this is when i turned and said 'that's enough'.and then the intense staring began.
in running my own interference (thanks anyway donita), i found someone who was twice my size and didn't look fresh from jail and accused him for not "rescuing me" from grandpa. he was quite helpful in stare avoidance.
but, like the others, he was also looking out for number one. plus, i guess he felt i owed him seeing as i was using him for a shield.
he was adamant that i take his number despite the fact that i said i would never call. he thought perhaps anne might.
HA!
fat chance.
she was shooting them down left right and centre. i guess he thought he might have had an in with me.
well when he realized that there was NO chance with me, he rolled out with his friend.
it wasn't long before grandpa rolled over. this time with a different request. and breath full of stale cigarette smoke that put me on the verge of retching. he wanted me to watch his black and white for him while he went across the street. simple question. deserves a simple answer right?
apparently my polite NO accompanied by vigorous head shaking did not work. we were trying to gather up the troops to leave, and i didn't want to be responsible for Sketchy McSketchkins' booze. plus he had a friend. his friend should watch it for him. he launched into different versions of his request relying on arguments ranging from 'because he said so', to 'stickin it to the establishment (literally)', to my 'trustworthy face', to my 'trini roots'... at which point i rolled out of the place. i wasn't even driving. the car was a zillion years down teh road. but i had had enough of his stale smoke in my face and his badgering. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SHEESH!!! i thought i'd roll out past the crew and eventually they would get up and come out to find me.
that was the most (persistent) harassment i'd ever had at a night out in trinidad in all the time i've been here. i felt like i was at guverment in toronto. i guess that's the drawback to cro bar. it comes with cool vibes people AND sketchorama people.
and i was super irritable. i realized its cus i'm stressed, kinda tired, and the two stalkers (and their assistants) were gross and/or scary looking. the funny thing is, Mr. Shield thought i couldn't be any older than 21. so i can only imagine what grandpa thought he was getting into when he decided to start harassing me.
GRRRRRROOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
*le sigh*
tonight was one time when i wished i drove into town. so i could roll OUT and away from that crap. i barely enjoyed myself.
1 comment:
When the regular and polite terms of rejection do not work, its time to improvise. My suggestions to unwanted attention: be disgusting.
Just start picking your nose and flicking.
Do something totally unacceptable socially, i.e. fart and blame it on them. Or there is just the classic one where you tell them you know their wife or pretend you have Tourettes which manifests in uncontrollable testicle kicking.
From what you described these guys sound like the typical perv with kids/family going after young girls.
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