My boyfriend (who is a truck driver) was back in town for the night, and I had just finished working a ridiculously long week, so we decided to head to our local bar and grab a quick drink with a friend. First of all, creeper guy had picked me out before we even entered the bar. This bar, in addition to the indoor portion (with bar, dancefloor, and bathrooms) also has a fenced in patio area that is visible from the outside entranceway. My boyfriend and I were standing outside finishing up our cigarettes before entering the bar when I noticed this guy.
He was the only person out on the patio, smoking a cigarette. He
looked directly at me and held eye contact for far longer than was
comfortable. The look he gave me was really disconcerting. It was almost
like he was attempting to be sexy and alluring, like in the movies when
two people catch each others' eyes in slow motion across the bar, but
it came off as "hey girl, I'm a deranged serial killer." My boyfriend
and I quietly chuckled about it for a moment before tossing our smokes,
dismissing it, and entering the bar.
We grabbed a drink, and went out to the patio to sit by the heater
(at that time he was no longer out there.) We're chit chatting, nursing
our drinks, just waiting on our friend to arrive, when SURPRISE,
McCreepy walks out and makes a beeline for our table. He seemed polite
enough at first and asked if he could sit with us, next to the heater.
We obliged, trying not to be rude. This is when shit starts to get
He asks us what had brought us out this evening, and after making a
bit of small talk, he lurches into this ridiculous rant about how there
aren't enough women in the bar, that he needs more women for "human
sacrifice" so he can "save the world." My boyfriend gives him a sideways
look, and he immediately says, "Oh I'm just fuckin' with you, I'm
totally kidding dude." Ok, so he's got a weird sense of humor, I can
tolerate it for a few minutes. He asks us what we do for a living, and I
tell him I work for a veterinarian. He suddenly seems interested and
asks, "Oh! What vet do you work for?!" I stupidly tell him, and he
immediately interjects, "-Insert name of vet- is a dead man." I stop
cold. Wait, what? He continues to imply that he is going to off my boss,
so I can "take over the clinic," and drones on and on about all the
wonderful things he's going to do for my boyfriend and I since we're
going to "sell him our souls." At this point I'm a little freaked out.
He tells us that he was sent by God from heaven, to hunt vampires and
"whatever other goliaths" people inform him of...and of course goes
right back to talking about "human sacrifice of women," and how he
wishes our friend would hurry up and arrive so he could "have more
women." In addition to his psycho-babble, I notice that some of his
mannerisms are just...off. He was about halfway finished with smoking a
cigarette, when he reaches over and snags one from my pack, offers one
of his own to another patron, and then puts his out and proceeds to
light the wrong end of the one he snatched from me. Weird.
Eventually he comes around to telling us that "the secrets are all in
the technology," and asks to "see my phone." I politely decline. But,
this guy just won't quit. My phone is laying on the table in front of
me, and he keeps inching closer and closer to me, and becoming more
verbally forceful. "C'mon, let me see your phone." "Let me hold your
phone ma'am." "You need to let me show you something on your phone."
Finally I looked at my boyfriend, and said his name in a tone that
conveyed "I am severely uncomfortable right now." Apparently McCreepy
took notice of my tone, and the murderglare my boyfriend was shooting
him, and quickly hopped up and scurried back inside.