Mr. Creep (I)

Uhh...for the benefit of those who didn't hear about Mr. Creep the first...

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I was walking back from the bank...feeling all warm and fuzzy coz I actually managed to open a bank account...even though I'm still considred a minor (long story, not interesting)...anyways...I'm about to go into this shop to buy test pad paper when this vietnamese fella starts talking to me...so something like this lah...I can't really remember...

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Mr. Creep (I): Are you Chinese?

Me: Yea...

Mr. Creep (I): From China?

Me: No, M'sia.

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[At this point I seriously think he's just a nice, over friendly guy who wants to know more about the olympics...]

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Mr. Creep (I): My name is Sean.

Me: Okay. *awkward pause*

Mr. Creep (I): What's your's?

Me: *awkward pause*...Caryn

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[I know I'm not supposed to tell strangers my name...but I was like caught off guard k? Don't judge!!!]

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Mr. Creep (I): Are you going in? (into the store)

Me: Yeaaa...

Mr. Creep (I): Can I come with you?

Me: *awkward pause* Um.

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[Starts to get creeeeped out. Like seriously.]

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Mr. Creep (I): So I was thinking maybe we could get together for dinner sometime.

Me: *freezes* I take in the slightly balding head that stood at least 6 inches lower than mine, the pot belly, the high pants...ugh.

Mr. Creep (I): How about that?

Me: Errrmmmm. No thank you.

Mr. Creep (I): I know you don't know me yet...um. (blablablabla...fill in the gaps yourself)...but I'm really a nice guy...(blabs somemore)...I see. Anyways, I'm going for dinner with some friends tonight. Oh? I'd like you to come with me.

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[That guy can't take a hint can he?]

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Me: I've got a dinner tonight.

Mr. Creep (I): With friends?

Me: Yes.

Mr. Creep (I): Do you have a boyfriend?

Me: Yes. Oh God, forgive me for lying...

Mr. Creep (I): So I guess we can't go out.

Me: Yes.

Mr. Creep (I): Is he in M'sia?

Me: Yes. Oh kwrrappp, I should have said no...

Mr. Creep (I): Then it's okay if we go out right?

Me: No.

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Basically it went on and on and on for like 10 minutes. That guy seriously has a dengggg head. He even tried to get me to work in the same restaurant as him. Serious psycho. Anyways...he disappeared as soon as I was about to pay for my test pad paper. I mean the least he could do was to offer to pay for it after all the trauma he put me through right? *shakes head*

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So as you can see, Mr. Creep (II) was nothing compared to Mr. Creep (I). I just hope Mr. Creep (III) does not exist.