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Melissa Haferkamp
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Probably circled you because of yarn.
Probably circled you because of yarn.

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+Matt Hydeman Wish I were this dude!

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Yo, pagans! Cultural anthropologist wants to know about your health!

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It's covered in cats!
♥ Because is caturday!!!!!
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Awwwwww!

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Kitteh with deer! Aww!

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Why did I never notice this?

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Static is off to the airport, to join his daddy in New York.
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So guess who was on my bus home this evening! Yep, that creepy (he's been upgraded) For Research guy from a month ago.

I didn't recognize him at first; today he'd worn big sunglasses the first time we met, and did not have sunglasses today. Plus, you know, I'm zoning out, looking at my knitting, talking to a friend who I bumped into on the bus, then listening to music.

So there I am, at the back of the bus, in one of the seats that faces inward toward the aisle. For Research happens to be in the seat across from me, on his laptop--he was there when I boarded.

A couple stops before I normally get off the bus, he packs up his stuff, gets up, and stands unnecessarily close in front of my seat, facing me. At this point, I feel annoyed at the too-close, but doubt myself because I know I am relatively standoffish about about touching and personal space. All sorts of perfectly harmless people make me uncomfortable that way all the time.

So then For Research rang for the same stop I normally take, and got off the bus with me. Okay, fine, whatever.

. . . And he happened to be going the same direction as me from the bus stop. And he matched my pace and stuck too close beside me, and started to chat me up. He was asking if we'd met before 'cause I seemed familiar, asking where I live, who with, my name, and would I like to come chill with him for a while at his place, 'cause he's staying just across the street at his granddad's.

I'm answering in grunts and monosyllables, 'cause I'm tired after work, and his proximity has him firmly on my list of people I'd rather never see again. And somewhere in that near-monologue, I realize who he is. Argh! He was just mentioning being a student (presumably needing my help with a survey For Research) when I took evasive action and ducked into Circle K.

When I turned from the soda fountain, I saw that he'd gone into the store too. That's when I became really concerned. So I loitered around a display I know is on camera, until he left. I gave the parking lot a good look before walking away from the building, then walked off on a route I don't normally take, stopping multiple times to give a good hard look at the way I'd just come.

I didn't even go home right away, but stopped to summon a posse for the last stretch. Chris showed up with a couple scary friends. The guys got me home, Pat gave me a stabby thing, and Chris even found a baseball bat in the closet. So I'm safe. But still pretty skeeved.
Note to pervy young men:

Okay, "I'm taking a class in Human Sexuality at the UA" is a smart enough tactic to get women to talk about their sex lives. But I'm pretty sure your class assignment does NOT include women giving you oral sex so you can rate their performance.

Also, insisting that it "wouldn't count" because it's "for research" is... not really in keeping with research ethics.

Dumbass.

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French Fry approves of laundry dumped on the sofa.
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