silly thoughts: the creepiness factor

There is just something about "no" that people just don't understand.

Last night was the beginning of very strange and creepy things. It must have been a full moon, cuz it just makes me think that the earth must have stopped turning for just a mille second, and some weird force, call it god if you will, decided to play games. With me.

late night at work. things were going smoothly. ive calculated in my head how long it would take to disinfect and clean the entire place until i bid it farewell. creepiness comes in and messes me up on time. this big, fat russian/ armenian, im not exactly sure what ethnicity guy/man comes in like he friggin owns the place.

after ordering 4 sandwiches, a rarity. im not sure if he ordered them all to himself or for his amigos but i really didn't have enough time to think this through once he asked me 1. do u speak russian? and when it was a "yes" he asked me 2. are u married?

now, i usually think quick but, the honest person in me forgot that creepiness can be right across the counter so i told him the truth, no i am not married. this was followed by a near 40 mins of hanging around the cafe, persisting to pick me up after work, and to get my number. I really should have just made up some lame excuse about how i have a yeast infection at the time and the thought of him makes my vag irritated, not to mention makes my eyes irritated as hell... but hey don;t want to piss off the customer. i really have explored the many many possibilities of saying in a kind and polite way "get the fuck out of my face." once the owner came, the dude laid off a bit but still persisted to harass me at which point i finally told him that we will probably never see each other again.

i hope that holds true. but just as i thought that creepiness has left the building a very new and very creepiness walked through the door. now, this person has never been weird before, just another russian guy who is friendly and probably doesn't;t have a girlfriend but really wants one and gets his coffee and leaves but not last night. last night he was very very happy for some unknown reason. leaving me a 3 dollar tip for a $2.50 cup of latte was 3 bucks more than i wanted from him once he decided to hang around the counter and, well... watch me work. this watching/staring was fashined by questions such as "hey do you have any stockers at work" and once i told him i have plenty but thanx, he still would keep standing there, watching me make other people's coffee. even when i went to the other side of the counter to wash some dishes, he followed and remained in a creepiness like stalker stage. wtf?? i mean i am ok with occasional flirting and a 1-2 min conversation about nothing, but this was just a bit much.

i really have never been watched. and even that he knew that i knew that he was watching me, he still persisted to harass me. like, why do u creepy people even think u have a chance?

this creepiness followed by another at around 11:30pm when i was mad tired and ready to fall asleep when a muttering dude walks up to the coffee shop, which is already closed. he talked for like 5 mins about the YMCA and Father John and being locked out of his mother's house. Like for real dude, what do ya need? Get to the point?

Is there something about me that attracts creepiness?
Am I headed for a life of bizarre people, in a bad way that is?
Will I develop turrets?
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Everything else is pretty good. I've had a few weeks of rebelling against my studious self (evil laugh) here are a few pictures to recap my most recent life experiences.

Escaping life at Baker Beach..... so warm.