the creep

so, went for a drink with man on the street. a bit of a creep. after having admitted to not actually remembering me, he told me i had a beautiful body (jee,... thanks,... don't think you needed to mention that...) and later that he hadn't actually realised at first, but i was quite the hotty (again, thanks but let's move on and not discuss that). i don't know what he's been through in life, but that's really not the way to go about it. anyway, it was very quickly pretty clear that we had nothing at all in common, so after an hour, i told him this would never go any further and left. i felt slightly apprehensive as i left, but i was all right. i was glad i knew the bar staff, though. i can't tell for sure, but i think they were keeping an eye out for me.

needless to say this experience has cured me from thinking i might be missing out on something when turning total strangers down. i think i'll go back to my usual accepting only invitations from people i know, and then again only if i actually like them.