I apologise for the long post but this is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.
It was ANZAC day long weekend a couple years ago (I'm in Australia),
my housemate and I decided to take advantage of the drink specials at
the local bars and pop out for a lunch time pint or two. We are sitting
and chatting and soon she catches the eye of a guy in the bar. He
approaches with a mate of his and starts to hit on my friend. She's very
receptive so while they make googly eyes at each other the friend and I
establish that we aren't interested in each other but get to chatting
like good wings should. There may not be any attraction but he's
entertaining and our conversation is lively.
Everyone finishes their drinks and the wingman gets up to buy a
round. The happy couple are enamoured with each other so I look around
the bar for anything interesting. Being ANZAC day long weekend the place
is packed to the brim with service men and women in uniform and rowdy
randoms taking advantage of being able to drink at lunchtime on a
Monday. I spot a guy in uniform standing awkwardly in the corner,
staring at me, but as soon as I spot him he quickly looks away. Weird
looking guy, probably in his 40's who just seemed totally out of place.
His uniform was odd, as if it wasn't the real thing but he'd picked it
up from a costume shop. Navy blue with brass buttons and gold tassels on
the shoulders, a chest full of medals. Something about him just gave me
the creeps and that very rarely happens. Wingman returns with our pints
so I'm entertained again, but a few times my eyes sweep back to the
creepy guy. Each time he quickly looks away.
After about 15 minutes creepy guy finally gets up the courage to
approach me. He walks up, while I'm mid conversation with the wingman,
and asks my name. Now to be clear, I have no issues with being
approached in a respectful manner in bars, I'm not admonishing the guy
for that. But to approach a woman in a bar while she's engaged in an
active conversation with another man is a touch odd. We both pause and
look at the guy, I tell him my name with a raised eyebrow. Without
telling me his he asks if I would like a drink. Trying not to be rude
because I understand how nerve-wracking it can be to approach people, I
decline and gesture to my half finished pint. This guy is obviously
nervous and should be harmless but he is setting off my internal alarms.
He asks if the wingman and I are 'together', I have a policy not to lie
about these kind of things because I don't think women should need to
give an excuse to a guy to turn him down, so I say no but reitterate
that I don't want him to by me a drink and gently suggest he try his
luck elsewhere. He turns around and walks away, wingman mans makes a low
whistle and says something like "wow, what a weirdo."
Conversation continues and creepy guy is back in his corner, still
staring. After about 10 minutes he approaches again when my glass is
empty, asking if he can buy me a drink now. I tell him flat out again
I'm not interested. He returns to his corner and keeps staring while
wingman and I exchange wtfs. Some more time passes and he approaches
again, this time holding what looks like a whisky and coke and says "I
bought you a drink, I hope you like it." At this point I have lost my
patience and tell him in a slightly harsher (and perhaps drunker) tone
that I don't want his drink, my no is not up for negotiation and he's
creeping me out. This time the creepy guy doesn't just skulk away, his
face contorts into pure rage, like clenched bared teeth and red faced
rage, but he says nothing. I must have raised my voice because a bouncer
quickly comes over, puts his hand on the guys shoulder and guides him
away. I hear him muttering things like "Bitch, whore" under his breath
as he's lead away. Although the bouncer has taken him to the other side
of the pub I can tell by the body language he's asking the guy to leave.
He downs the drink he bought for me in one gulp and walks out.
After maybe another half an hour it's time for us to go. Things went
well for my friend and she exchanged numbers with the guy she was
chatting to. Our place is a short free bus ride away in the next suburb
so we amble off to the stop, just around the corner from the pub. We
plonk down on the bench and I look over her shoulder...there he is,
creepy guy leaning against a wall, staring right at me. He doesn't look
away this time, he holds eye contact and he starts to look angry again.
The bus pulls up and we get on as quick as we can and run to the back.
Unfortunately he has the same idea but he sits at the middle of the bus,
turned around in his seat just openly staring and gradually looking
angrier. It's just us on the bus. My housemate and I are freaked out, we
try to look away and ignore him so as not to provoke him. We decide to
get off the bus a couple stops early to avoid this guy knowing where we
live. Fortunately he doesn't follow us but that wasn't the last I would
see of creepy military man.
The stop we got off at was out the front of a couple corner restaurants, a bottle shop and a corner store, the kind if place that is
a hub for locals. and always busy. On random days I would walk down
there to get some takeaway or a bottle of milk and see him sitting at
the stop, still in that weird uniform, never getting on the bus if it
went past. Before all this happened I'd never seen this guy in the area
before, he was definitely no local. My housemates and friends would tell
me whether my 'friend' was at the stop again or if I was free to go get
myself some delicious delicious takeaway. This happened for months. My
friends also spotted him several more times in the pub where we met,
usually standing in the same corner and not speaking to anyone. I never
went back to that pub.
After a while I started dating someone, a pretty cool guy who was a
busker around that area. My housemate came home and told me the coast
was clear if I wanted to pop down to the corner and get something, so
the beau and I head off to pick up a bottle of wine and some snacks.
When we get there the guy was sitting at the stop. We spot him, he spots
us and we freeze. His eyes darted backwards and forwards between my
boyfriend and I, we were holding hands so it was pretty obvious we were
together. He stands up and says "Just like the others," turns around and
walks off down the hill.
I never saw him after that, but my boyfriend did for a couple weeks
while he was out busking. Creepy guy would usually just stare at him
with an angry expression and walk past, but sometimes he would drop
things in the guitar case he had out to collect money. Random things
like bottle caps and used bus tickets. Once a piece of paper with the
word 'shit' written on it. The last time he ever saw him he just spat in
it, then nobody I know ever saw him again.
Since this happened I've moved to another city so I don't fear the
creepy dude anymore, but being approached by a man in uniform still puts
me on edge.