creep you (edited)

Ugh… Some creep just approached me, or rather stalled me. I'm flattered and appalled at the same time.

Will edit this when I get home later.

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7/26 Edition: I wasn't able to log-in last night cos I got back late from a date. Hmm… will might post about that soon.

So I rode my bike to the nearest supa (that's what the Japs call a supermarket) yesterday afternoon to buy myself ice cream. I've been craving for one since last week and the heat yesterday was the perfect excuse to pig-out. Everything was going smoothly until I was about ten steps away from my friend's house, drooling for the taste of my beloved chocochip ice cream.

I needed to cross the road but there was another bike on my left. Thinking it would hurry past me, I patiently waited while daydreaming about the yummy goodness inside my basket. I wasn't even half aware when the guy started talking to me. I've translated the creep's sentences as best as I can. I also cut out repeated sentence sequences so the read won't be too long.

Legend: Italics are the thoughts screaming inside my head. [Comments.] *Actions*

Creep: Good afternoon.
Me: Um… good afternoon. [I don't usually talk to strangers. I thought I knew him cos I have this bad habit of forgetting people introduced to me. And since Mom and Dad are feymoos, I need to ride the PR wagon from time to time.]
Creep: Where are you going?
Me: Eh?
Creep: Pasyal tayo. [I don't know the english translation of the jap word he said.]
Me: Eh? [Finally realizing I haven't seen him ever in any of the folks' mini-parties or what-not.] Sorry. I don't speak Japanese. [Technically, I wasn't lying here.]
Creep: I have time to kill. Pasyal tayo.
Me: *Trying my best to look like I didn't understand a word he said.*
Creep: You really don't understand Japanese? Real-ly? Honto ni?
Me: *Still trying my best to look like I didn't understand a word he said.*
Creep: How old are you?
Me: I don't speak Japanese.
Creep: What's your age?
Me: I don't understand you.
[You'd think he'd just give up then go shrivel up and die. But no…]
Creep: Churenti? [At least that's what it sounded like.]
Me: Twenty? No. I'm 25.
Creep: Ah… churentipaibu. Me. Churentiseben.
Me: I don't really care.
Creep: Why don't you come with me. Let's go. *He was motioning for me to follow him in the side street on our right.*
[This is the part where me being flattered became me being appalled.]
Me: *Didn't make any move to suggest that I was gonna do as he said.* I'm going home.
Creep: Ho-mu? Do you live nearby?
Me: A little. That's actually my destination just across the street.
Creep: Then why don't I take you home? Let's go. *Again with the motioning.*
Me: No.
Creep: No? Why?
Me: Because I don't KNOW you.
Creep: No? But why?
Me: I.don't.know.you.
Creep: What are you… Chinese?
Me: Chinese? No, I'm Filipino.
Creep: Firipinjin. Ah… Do you work at a pub? Where is your nightclub?
[I should've just pushed him when a huge truck went past.]
Me: What? [Okay. I have nothing against fellow Pinays, whom most people refer to as Japayukis, but I won't lie that I wasn't insulted by this creep's insinuations. Put me inside the box that says maid or DH, I'm fine with that. But to assume that I'd be easy catch just cos I'm Filipino, you're pushing your luck buddy. I'd choose my words carefully if you know what's good for you.]
Creep: Where do you work? That's where I'll visit you then.
Me: *Holding back every part of me that wanted to witchslap him senseless in broad daylight.* What? [Again, no bad blood between me and those who work at pubs. It just sucks bigtime to be defined by what some of your prideless kababayan do for a living. And don't you dare wave the 'no choice argument' at my face. Each and every human being in this world has a choice. That's what your freewill is for.]
Creep: Can I just have your number then?
Me: I'll give you a number alright — 2. Cos you'll be double dead when I'm done with you. What?
Creep: You're mobile phone number so that I can call you so we can be friends. *Pointing to the phone at my stomach, which was strapped by my neck like a necklace.*
Me: Eh? You're unbelievable! Who would want to be friendly with a creepy maniac like you? No. I-DON'T-KNOW-YOU.
Creep: Why? Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: What? Why won't you go away? Please just go away. My ice cream's already melting. Just leave me be for all that's good on this earth!
Creep: Erm… a man. Do you have a man?
Me: Yes.
Creep: Ah… I see.
[This is the part where me being appalled became me being scared cos the creep just won't quit.]
Creep: I'll just take you home then.
[I've just about given up by this time. No longer making an effort to 'talk' with the creep. I just stare blankly at his every word.]
Creep: I-will-take-you-home. Let's-go.
Me: How-about-you-go-back-to-the-hell-you-came-from-while-I-salvage-what's-unmelted-of-my-ice-cream?
Creep: Let's-go. I-will-take-you-home.
Me: [As a last attempt at shooing the creep away…] No. My husband will be angry.
Creep: House Baito? *Looking clearly confused.*
Me: No. Husband.
Creep: Has Banto?
Me: NO! HAS-BANDO! HAS-BANDO! *I showed him my ring finger+.* [I had to raise my voice cos of the traffic.]
Creep: … [Speechless for the first time.]
Me: *Waiting for him to go away.*
[After a few more seconds of smiling and staring at me…]
Creep: Ja. Okay then. I'll be seeing you around. Take care on your way home. Bye-bye.

I was more than relieved when he uttered those last words. He turned around and pedaled to the opposite direction. I had to wait until he was no longer in sight before I crossed the street then went inside the house. You never know how mental creeps can be.
I apologize if it was a tiring read, I'm exhausted myself, but that was already the most concise version of the story.

This is not the first time that a stranger went up to me, I guess he was simply the most makulit of them all. Next is the black dude who followed me home. I just got off from work, riding my bike cos Agatha needed to use the car. He said 'good evening' while I stopped for a red light. I greeted him back, thinking I knew him too; cos Mom knows a few Ghana-jins. A couple of minutes later he was behind me asking if I'm Japanese. He was trying to ride along side of me with no such luck, thank goodness for the oncoming traffic. He asked where I lived and what's my nationality. When I wouldn't slow down to talk, he kept shouting, "Wait! I want to talk to you! Stop! I want to get to know you! Wait!" Oh yeah?! Then what about what I want? I was pedaling like my life depended on it and was too afraid to look back. I had to go in circles for a few minutes before going straight home just to make sure that he wasn't able to follow me.

There was also a time when two Japanese men in suits introduced themselves, I was eating at the park near work. When I told them that I didn't understood Nihonggo, they were decent enough to apologize for their intrusion then simply walked away.

The funniest experience I had was about three months ago, I think. I was walking, forgot where I came from or where I was going really, when someone shouted, "Hoy! Psst! Miss! Psst! Psst! Miss! Pwede ba magpakilala? Miss!" I merely shrugged him off without looking back and continued walking as if I didn't hear a thing. Payo ko lang sa'yo PARE, if you wanna get to know me, I wouldn't call me PSST! Alright?

In the Philippines naman, guys rarely come up to me cos I'm always out with my guys friends. Kasi matapang lang sila kapag mag-isa ako. Pero there were two instances that a guy, almost, mustered up enough courage. Si Guy#1, almost hindi counted siguro cos he approached me on my way to the restroom. Guy#2 on the other hand, thought he was all that cos of who he is. That's where his fake-tapang came from.

In closing, I would like to commend all those who were brave enough to go up to me and introduce themselves. It really takes balls of steel. But then again, I didn't think twice when I rejected you cos I don't care if I hurt your feelings cos I don't know you personally.

Blah post. Ho-hum.

+ It's the ring that J gave me. No hidden meanings here or unconscious bs. I just like it and since he won't take it back, I still wear it.