Unfortunately yes…I now know how women feel when they get hit on by a greaseball.
⊆ July 3rd, 2009 by Jordan | ˜ No Comments »Today was a good day…save the red haired pedophile that was following me. Myself, Mom, and our friend Victor were walking out of a sporting goods store trying to find string for a kite. Unbeknownst to me he had been following us since we left the previous store almost a block away. “excuse me.” he says to my mother! of all people! “is this your son?” “Yes…” At first I thought mom may have known him…apparently not. “I just saw him when I turned the corner and I thought…good man, an exelent man.” Mom struck up some conversation to see where he was going but it was oblivous…kept giving me that look…practically drooling on me. “Well good talking too you…” we promptly left. Of course he followed us…until we Jay walked across the street. for the most part I was confused at first…but then the peices started to fit together. “what the hell was with that guy?” Well I learned a valuable lesson today. Victor who is also gay, reassured me “Even one lewd comment or another creepy stare I would have Bitch-slapped him to Philadelphia!” Well in that case that creep should have been more worried about me, I’m straight, and straight guy’s dont slap…we punch. And that weirdo would have gotten it for sure.
