10.04.02 :: 2:15 pm
Walking down 13th street last night, I totally saw Creepy M.B., a guy I went on two dates with. He was walking some bland blond to her door or something. I call him creepy because, well, while he's a perfectly nice man, there's something a little off about him. Like he'd hold a gaze longer than necessary during conversation, making you self-conscious. Or he'd make really bizarre, esoteric jokes, that I think only he got. Little stuff like that, amounting to big-time creepy. Anyway, luckily he didn't recognize me. What would I have said? "Oh, yeah, hi. Um, so... still weird?" Takes all kinds I suppose. |