Oh. The Horror.

I have had a LOT of bad experiences with guys.

You think I'm exaggerating?

I'm not.

I had all of 3 boyfriends in High School.

Mostly they were silly little flings,

but all-in-all my dating experiences in high school weren't bad.

Then.

I went to college.

Now, I've seen the movies.

I know what's supposed to happen,

you meet a cute guy at the library, or at the bookstore, or in the apartment down the hall

You flirt shamelessly,

make out a lot

and then break it off once you meet someone new.

I was excited.

I just really like boys.

But I am NOT a slut!

Anyways, I settled in to my new college skin... and I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And I never did meet that cute guy at the library,

I saw plenty of them

But I never talked to them.

And nothing ever happened.

Nothing good anyway.

There was Canteen-Filler Mike.

The fake-boyfriend from down the hall.

Playing-Me-And-My-BFF-Danny.

Then it was summer.

There was Turkish Stalker #1.

There was Turkish Stalker #2

There were a lot of random Lagoon creepers

Then it was fall.

There was Front-Porch Lenny

There was Creeper-Asian Curtis

There was Douchebag Tyler

There was Random-In-Love-With-Me guy

And then....

There was today.

Earlier in the week, I was riding the shuttle back from campus. I was just minding my own business, thinking about the day, when I looked up and noticed some dude with a mohawk staring at me.

I looked away. Then looked back a few minutes later.

Still looking at me.

Five times it happend, and I started to get creeped out.

But then I got off the shuttle, and started walking home.

He was behind me.

I got to my apartment,

still behind me.

I ran inside and locked the door, and shortly I forgot about Creepy Mohawk man.

Then today, I was sitting on my couch watching Pretty Little Liars, and someone knocked on the door.

I opened it, and there

was

you guessed it

Creepy Mohawk Man.

He said:

"Um. Hi. I followed you home the other day,

and I want you to have this."

He handed me a flower,

and a paper with his number on it.

I said:

"Oh. Thanks!"

And then he left.

It was

So

Weird.

Top that.

I dare You.