Watching You, Watch Me #amwriting #blogging

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Creepy would always sit across from me, licking his lips and staring unrelentingly at me for the entire bus ride home.

For the first few weeks, I averted my eyes, assuming that maybe he was mentally unbalanced or thought that I was kind of cute. All I knew was that each and every time I glanced up from my book or my Zune, he would be staring at me.

But the day I noticed a small stupid grin on his face, my gut knew that it had nothing to do with an illness and everything to do with leering like an asshole just to unnerve me, probably for sport.

Messing with me after a long day of work and when I’m hungry is never a wise move…

Two words? Mirror technique.

Two more words? Straight face.

Yeah, keeping a straight face while fighting fire with fire was going to be my problem. Or in my case, it was fighting “licking with licking” and “staring with staring”…

When the next bus ride rolled around, Creepy stared but I didn’t look away. I stared right back and he was taken by surprise…

When Creepy licked his lips, I licked mine right back at him…

When Creepy’s eyes rolled over my body and breasts, mine rolled over his body and then stayed glued to his crotch…

For the entire bus ride.

As I stared, I kept shaking my head as if I felt sorry for his lack of…well, you know.

Never once during that bus ride did I look up at his face. But after that day, Creepy never sat across from me again.

That incident happened a very long time ago and it didn’t crossed my mind until a few days ago when I saw Creepy at a gas station. From the look on his face, it was clear that he remembered me. I found myself staring at his crotch again as I remembered that last incident and Creepy looked highly uncomfortable.

And when maliciousness overwhelmed me, I gave him a huge wave. He couldn’t get back into his car fast enough.

I guess Creepy didn’t want to explain to the woman in the car where he knew me from.

Morale of the story?  Staring at a woman in close proximity to you is not seductive, it’s just creepy.

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17 thoughts on “Watching You, Watch Me #amwriting #blogging

  1. Excellent post. Really really good. I felt your triumph in this. Why should women shy away or feel embarrassed when a man (or anyone) does something so revolting? i remember when I was eight years old, a man stared at me like that. I didn’t understand it at the time, but I felt incredibly uncomfortable and dirty, somehow. I will never forget that experience, people like that deserve to be made to feel that way too, so they understand what its truly like. Asshole.

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  2. NICE!!! I could see his face and feel his horror when she waved! πŸ˜„

    “Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
    – Pee Wee Herman

    “You gon’ learn today.”
    – Kevin Hart’s father

    πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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  3. Ha! It is gross and maddening and hilarious that some men think women are just here to satiate their appetite/ego. I’m going to try this next time. Hopefully there won’t be a next time, but that’s me being optimistic.

    Great post!

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