Ok so the creepiest creeper I have ever known has come back into my life yet again. I met him last summer when I started working at Aggie Ice Cream. In the summer, we get crazy busy at nights with all of the high school groups that come to the university for summer camps, like cheerleaders, football players, basketball players, EFY, youth conference groups, etc. It was early afternoon that day, and we weren't too terribly busy yet. But this guy wearing all black walks in with a guitar strapped to his back. He had long, black, greasy hair and crazy pale skin. He came up to the counter and I asked him if I could help him, which was a mistake because I immediately inhaled his sick b.o.-it was quite pungent. He talked in this sick raspy voice, very softly, and asked if we ever have live music playing in the store...while our radio was playing pretty loudly. I told him that I just started working there, but that I hadn't ever seen anyone come and play in the store. I mean, we're a pretty tiny store. There are only 3 tables inside and one long bar. So I asked my supervisor, Maren, if we ever did, and she said the same thing. She also told him there was no room inside to really set up amps or anything, but he said all he needed was his guitar. He said he didn't want to be paid or anything, he just wanted to "share his music with the world." I am not kidding. That is exactly what he said. Then he pulled out this big envelope and asked if he could leave his resume with us so I put it on my managers desk, and then Maren told him he could set up and play for a little bit and we would turn off the radio for him. Which was dumb, but whatever. So he pulls out a barstool and turns it so it faces the counter where we scoop. He starts singing and oh my gosh he was just awful. He stayed there from about 3 in the afternoon until we closed. As we were helping the last customers of the night, he comes up to the counter and asks me if he can get some ice cream. So while I'm scooping for him, he asks me if he can get my number and give me a call some time. All of my coworkers instantly turn and look at me, along with everyone else in the store. And all I could think to say was "I don't give my number out." And he got mad, grabbed his ice cream, and left. I ran and hid in the back and felt violated!
Anyways, he kept coming in and playing his guitar, and would look at me while he played-he looked at me like he had seen me naked or something, he freaked me out so bad. So then when we started hiring a few weeks later, he came in and freaking applied for a job, which was when I had to tell my boss that I would quit if he started working there. Apparently in his interview, he told her he is bipolar and engaged. She told me she wasn't going to hire him, and that was the last I saw of him for awhile. But then, I started running into him when I would go out to eat, or when I would go grocery shopping, or when I was walking on campus. I saw him all the dang time, and he would TALK to me. He would tell me how crazy it was that he was always running into me, and would ask me how I was doing, and he would just stare. I wouldn't talk to him, I just always got away as fast as I could.
Well, it's been a couple of months since I've seen him, and I had pretty much forgotten about him until Thursday. I've had a membership to a private gym for a year now-it's a small gym, all the equipment is in one room and you have to have a key to even open the door to the gym, so it's pretty private. I work out 5 or 6 times a week, so I see pretty much the same people when I go. But yesterday while I was sweating it out on the elliptical, sick guitar boy (which is the nickname my coworkers gave him) gets off the ab machine and starts walking towards me. I put my head down and just kept working out, hoping that he didn't see me. But I think he did because then he started using the machines that were around me. So I only stayed for 30 minutes and then I literally ran out of there. (And in case you were wondering, his workout clothes were all black, too. Gross.)
So now guitar boy goes to the same gym as me! Alyssa thinks he is stalking me...that freaks me out. What a creeper!
