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		<title>awkward</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 21:17:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So I work at a restaurant that a lot of the same people come in several times a week. Anyways, so there is this guy who comes in and he really creeps me out, he&#8217;s like in his 30s and acts really weird, plus he&#8217;s always telling me about his nights at the titty bar, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=witheyesliketheshowroom.wordpress.com&blog=3571516&post=50&subd=witheyesliketheshowroom&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>So I work at a restaurant that a lot of the same people come in several times a week. Anyways, so there is this guy who comes in and he really creeps me out, he&#8217;s like in his 30s and acts really weird, plus he&#8217;s always telling me about his nights at the titty bar, and to be honest I don&#8217;t care if you go to strip clubs, but I don&#8217;t really wanna talk about it when I am at work and w/ him. The point of the story is, he always stares at me and looks me up and down all creepy and to the other girls he calls me his girlfriend. Now, I don&#8217;t talk to him any different than anyone else. I don&#8217;t even really try to talk to him. So today when he was leaving he was like, &#8220;bye, queen of my dreams&#8221; and I was like &#8220;yeah right&#8221; but he always calls me things like &#8220;teen angel&#8221; and I just don&#8217;t like him. he&#8217;s a creepy old guy and has no business flirting w/ me. I try to kind of rude to him so he&#8217;ll stop coming in, but he just keeps on coming back.</p>
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		<title>really creepy</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 03:21:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ok so I have been working at the same restaurant for almost a year now and for the longest time there has been this guy that I shall call M for safety reasons, well M is probably in his late 30&#8217;s and is just a really creepy guy. I think that something is wrong with [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=witheyesliketheshowroom.wordpress.com&blog=3571516&post=13&subd=witheyesliketheshowroom&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Ok so I have been working at the same restaurant for almost a year now and for the longest time there has been this guy that I shall call M for safety reasons, well M is probably in his late 30&#8217;s and is just a really creepy guy. I think that something is wrong with his brain&#8230; well I KNOW that he is not completely there&#8230; he fidgets a lot and talks weird. Anyways, so M is like in love w/ me and it is so creepy, I&#8217;ve got a few example scenarios: (I have always talked to him like I would a normal customer)<br />
 when he started telling me that I was so beautiful and he called me his &#8220;teen angel&#8221; (keep in mind at the time I was only 17), then a few days later he came up to me and was like &#8221; Hey I&#8217;ve got something for you because you are so special.&#8221; so he goes out to the car comes back and he has a sunkist shirt, yes I&#8217;m talking bright orange sunkist shirt with a picture of the sunkist sun on it, and in giving this shirt to me he tells me that it made him think of me because he thinks that I am as beautiful as the sun coming up over the clouds. One day while I was cleaning a table, he asked what I was doing after work, I responded buy saying that I was going to the gym but I would not tell him where, and he was like &#8220;why don&#8217;t you come over to my house and workout?&#8221; I was told him &#8220;no, I don&#8217;t think so&#8221; one time I told him that I was going running around my neighborhood (didn&#8217;t tell him where) and he said, &#8220;you better be careful, someone might snatch you up&#8221; That scared the crap out of me! Why would he say that?<br />
 I had to take some time off in the winter time around Christmas for about 2 in half months, while I was gone he would come in and ask everyone where &#8220;his girlfriend&#8221; was, and they were like who? and he was like where&#8217;s Monica, you said she was coming back. (I was not supposed to be gone that long) After a while he quit coming in so much b/c he thought I wasn&#8217;t coming back. Then whenever I came back, when he first saw me, he looked me up and down slowly with his eyes and remarked, &#8220;I didn&#8217;t think you could get any more beautiful&#8221; I responded, &#8220;Really &#8217;cause I feel the same and I haven&#8217;t done anything different&#8221; Anyways every time I see him he always asks me to go places with him, the bahamas, Jamaica, Stone mt, his house&#8230; an I am always like &#8221; I don&#8217;t think so&#8221; or NO. He doesn&#8217;t get the point. I told him I have another job but wouldn&#8217;t tell him where and he asked if I worked at a titty bar and he said he would come see me if I did. I do not work at one and I was shocked that he would even think that of me.<br />
I guess the creepiest thing that has happened so far would be the most recent. So, he comes into the restaurant that I work at today, and as I was cleaning the table next to his he tells me that he bought a computer, I told him that is good a computer is a necessity in todays world. He said that he didn&#8217;t even know what google was or how to set up and e-mail (lol)but he said he&#8217;d figure it out.  I asked him, if he didn&#8217;t even know how to work google or an e-mail, then what he was doing on it, he told me that he saw a website in a magazine for guns and knives and he looked those up, and he went to a dating site. so tel me that isn&#8217;t creepy, the first thing the guy does when he gets the internet is looks up guns, knives, and women? Then when he was leaving, he was like well I &#8216;ll see you later, and he memorized my schedule and asked what time I got off on Sat. to the hostess and she told him, so now I&#8217;m really creeped out and a little scared. I try not to talk to him but he always sits in my section and just starts talking to me, and I don&#8217;t like to be rude so answer, but shortly. Plus, before today I didn&#8217;t think he was some sort of threat, but now he starting to sound like one of those creepy serial killer dudes. Now, when I leave work I always look in my rear view mirror to make sure that I&#8217;m not being trailed. I think that for now on I&#8217;m just not going to talk to him like at all.</p>
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