A couple of years ago, this guy started coming in. We will call him Herman. Not sure if that's actually his name but he looks like a Herman. So Herman starts coming in like every day for hours at a time. He is an older man, glasses, kind of different. Now I'm not a very judgemental person (unless you count women on Facebook who always wear too much eye makeup and take selfies with snapchat filters, while wearing spaghetti strap tanks with their tits hanging out and the camera wayyy above their heads so you can see way down their shirt. I judge you. I judge the fuck out of you. Have some couth, you nasty skanks. Not all attention is good attention. You're gross.) Moving on, I try not to be judgemental so I was initially nice to the guy. Soon he started getting a little clingy, I started to avoid having conversations or if I did have talk to him, I kept it short and professional.
After awhile I started noticing that every time I looked up from my desk, he would be across the library watching me. So one day I say to me co-worker, "I think that guy is creepy, he is always watching me...." and she says something like, "Yeah I don't think it's just you, he does that a lot." And I'm like alright, well that's reassuring. As time goes on, I'm getting a little more uncomfortable. When I get up to walk, he starts trying to intercept me and talk to me. I start to use some tactical maneuvers to avoid him even more.
One day I left work a little early or for lunch or something, when I get back to work my co-worker says "As soon as you left, he ran (probably fast shuffled) over to the window and watched you get in your car." I'm like ok this is getting really stalkery. So I'm like, "I think he is stalking me." and co-worker is like, "I think he just does that to all the pretty girls, I don't think you are being singled out." I'm like, "Ok, sounds fake but ok".
One day the guy is gone, just gone. We don't see him for like at least 2 years. Then about two months ago, he shows up again and I'l all, "Well shit..." He hangs out for a couple days, maybe a week, and then poof! Gone again. Thank God. Well, it only lasted about two weeks and here he strolls in again. Ugghhh. So I continue to make little remarks here and there about how he makes my uncomfortable and is kind of stalking me. I'm reassured that he probably does it to a lot of gals and I shouldn't feel singled out. Ok I guess?
Now, keep in mind, since his return a couple months ago, I have completely avoided him. I have not talked to him, I have not smiled or said so much as "Hello". It may seem rude but I'm sick of his bullshit. So I had to work last weekend so I was off on Friday. When I get to work on Monday my co-worker says, "So I was sitting in my office on Friday and I looked up and Herman was standing in my office. Didn't knock, just standing there. I asked him, "Can I help you?" and he says, "Where is she?" and motions towards the direction of the desk where you usually sit. I say, "Who?" and he says, "The girl that sits at the desk, with the brown hair..." I told him "She's unavailable today but there are several other people working today so what can we help you with" and he replies, "Where is she?" and I said, "Did you need something or..." and he says, "I want to know where she is...where is she today?" "I can't give you that information."
I'm not exactly how long this went on but long but apparently it wasn't a very short conversation. So now I'm like, "I KNEW IT! I KNEW HE WAS STALKING ME!"
Funny story, the morning I began writing this, he was in and being super creepy. I was talking to the custodian/my best friend, Chuck, and as we talked, creepo walked right by us, towards the exit. So my bestie goes to ask some of the guys that hang out around here a lot if they know his name. Just as he gets halfway across the library, I look over and the guy is seriously staring at me behind a sign. This is my reenactment:
So I start loudly saying Chuck's name and he comes back and sees the guy, I run into the workroom and turn off the light, I'm angry crying because I'm sick of working like this, Chuck calls the director. She comes out, creepy tries avoiding her, she tells him he is being inappropriate and making me uncomfortable, he blames it on me, that I'm always staring at him, he gets asked to leave and not come back (but only for the day).
So since then he hasn't been back but if he does show back up, I told work if he approaches me anytime I am outside the building and off the clock, I will roundhouse him in the face. Or at least try. I'm also getting a taser in case I'm not wearing legging that day and don't have my full range of motion. Also if I go missing, it was him.
The End
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