Mr. Creep (1) Reloaded

I saw HIM again.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. .
*Breathes*

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. .
*Breathes*

Eeeek.

So its Saturday and I'm out running errands yes? And I see this man in a car drive past me. And I'm like, Eeeeeeee, it's HIM. Why is it HIM? HE is creepy, creepy is HE. I no likey creepy, I no likey HE. Then I realise I'm being paranoid. I mean there are a ton of short, bald, and pot bellied guys in OKC...

So I calm down, and continue going wherever I was going. And I've to pass by this parking lot (don't worry, it's open-aired and very busy), and I see HIM again. The Creep is sitting in his car, waiting for me. And the moment I walk by, The Creep gets out of his car and has the audacity to say "Hi!"

I walked on.

I snubbed him.

I snubbed him good.

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But apparently, not good enough. Because when I entered the store which was another 5 minute walk away, I saw The Creep there again. I was like ready to call security and all...and The Creep tried to talk to me. I stared at HIM. The more he talked, the more I stared. And I tell you, I CAN STARE. I'm my mother's daughter, I CAN STARE.

In the end, HE gives up.

I win.

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.

Mr. Creep (II)

My guess is that all chinese girls have a stamp on their foreheads that read: "I am a brain, a kungfu exponent AND desperately in need of a man."
Haha...i'm not like offended or anything, just highly amused...and a little more attached to my beloved pepper spray...muax!

Anyways, here's the story...caryn is browsing through cereal...trying to find the cheapest/healthiest/yummiest cereal (which does not exist btw)...when she hears someone behind her...

Mr. Creep (II): Hi I’m Rodney/Ronnie/Mr. creep (II).
Caryn: *stares*
Mr. Creep (II): What's your name?
Caryn: Ummm...Soon Yong.
Mr. Creep (II): Sun Yong?
Caryn: Um. Yea. *reenters the world of cereal browsing*
Mr. Creep (II): Do you have a boyfriend?
Caryn: *exits the world of cereal browsing* Oh not again...Yes I do...God, please forgive me for lying.
Mr. Creep (II): Oh...can I have your phone number?
Caryn: I don't have a phone. God, please forgive me for lying again.
Mr. Creep (II): Do you want my number?
Caryn: No. I'm fine.
Mr. Creep (II): *looks disappointed*
Caryn: *pretends to reenter the world of cereal browsing*
Mr. Creep (II): Well, it's nice to meet you!
Caryn: Nice to meet you too. (fake smile) *randomly grabs a box of cereal and disappears*

The end.

Oh, fyi, he was a old man, but not old or rich looking enough. >.<

And I need to get me a shirt that says: "I'm married. I don't have a phone number. I don't want your phone number. Let me buy my cereal in peace. Or else......

......face the wrath of COW!"

And seriously people, don't worry about me. I'm being very careful. And God's watching over me! =)