When I was in my early 20s I worked at a Starbucks in a bookstore. This guy kept coming in to see me. He'd always order something as an excuse, but each time he kept trying to talk to me while I was making his drink, asking about me to get to know me a bit, and I was polite -- lots of customers make small talk, and it doesn't mean anything, but I knew deep down he had his eye on me and he really gave me creepy vibes, but, as with every customer, I'd always smile and be agreeable. At one point he tried to give me his number, which I declined. He would always ask when I was getting off work and I'd try to avoid the question. Before long a male coworker started walking me to my car.
One day he came in all banged up and told me he'd been in a fight at a bar. He also admitted to me, with a grin, he'd been out doing drugs. I barely knew this guy, but he'd come right up to the counter and blurt things out in front of other customers and speak to me as if we'd known each other for years. After that I tried to avoid him, and I notified a manager that he made me uncomfortable. This guy would hide in the store, wait for me to go on break, wait for me to sit down in the café to eat my food, and then he'd pop out of nowhere and sit down with me, uninvited and without asking. I began to see he really didn't have boundaries, and at that point I told him I wasn't interested in whatever he thought was going on between us.
After that, some time passed, and I hadn't seen him in awhile, so I assumed he took the hint and moved on. One night while I was on break, I was at a McDonalds drive thru. I had an old Buick back then that did not have automatic door lock, and to be honest, it hadn't even crossed my mind that I should have locked my doors. Well. I was shocked when this guy came out of nowhere and got into the car with me. He literally opened the passenger side door and climbed in like it was no big deal. How he found me or knew where I was? No clue. That in itself was terrifying. I stared at him for a second, and then I started screaming and honking my horn; he quickly got out of the car and ran full speed across the parking lot.
He could have stabbed me. He could have held a gun to my head. He could have robbed me. He could have just wanted to have a civilized conversation, and I won't ever know. After that, I never saw him again. Maybe I overreacted, but I do consider myself lucky that nothing more happened, then, or after. LOCK. YOUR. DOORS.
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