Dirty Old Men.

I went to Starbucks today to do some work. I needed a change of scene to get my creative juices running. First of all, I had to sell my kidney for a Caramel Macchiato and after that, I limped to a table to do some work. I worked uninterrupted for an hour. Actually wrote instead of staring at the computer screen letting my mind wander aimlessly to no effect. I had my work face on, my glasses, crappy hair and equally crappy clothes. I was enjoying my solitary reverie with my thoughts. Until...

a dirty old man came into the picture. Yes, you read right, a dirty old man. By this time my laptop ran out of charge, I was writing manually in my notebook. Just scribbling shit down. And I looked away for a breather and to think of what to write next. And he made his move. He commented how its nice to see someone write the old-fashioned way instead of using a computer. I spouted a polite, "Yeah, uh huh, you're right" and went back to my work. But my concentration was broken because I could feel him watching my every move. I decided it was time to go but apparently, it was a sign for him to come and sit at my table!

I should've just told him to fuck off but damn my politeness! He was such a predator. Probably had a wife at home, watching after the kids, washing his underwear, whatever. He told me that it was his birthday yesterday and that he had recently gone to Pangkor. When it comes down to it, he basically wanted me to go to Pangkor with him. Seriously, do I look that naive and stupid to go on a trip with a complete stranger! A dirty old man! I told him no and he insisted, even calling his friend who supposedly worked at the Chalet in Pangkor to talk to me. That was my cue to leave.

After I left, I wondered if his little ploy actually worked on girls. Disturbed. Eeks. Seriously disturbed. Dirty old men and their ways of luring their young prey.

Thought I'd share that with you guys. Just feel disturbed.