With Creepers

My cell phone is vibrating with the voice of a creeper.
"When are we going to get together?? I want to take you out. Where do you live?"
I sigh, roll my eyes. I'm too nice.
"By campus."
"Well, you don't have to give me your address. I was just curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat."
And many pathetic women, I want to add.
"Well, when are you going to send those pics? I'm crying because you haven't answered my request." I tell him, for the fourth time, that my picture messaging is broken, and ask, again, why he so desperately needs it.
"I just want a picture to put next to your contact info."
"Well, I have to go." I hang up, hoping he'll get the hint. But my phone continues to light up, despite the avoidance. Day after day, for about a week, I ignore his texts, and when I get really annoyed I say I'm in class. This isn't a new occurrence--meeting creepers, and being followed by them, that is. It started out (sort of) innocent, on Saturday a night out on the town. He was mildly attractive, and after a few drinks deemed "Dinosaurs," I apparently handed my number out like candy at a parade. Usually, if this happens, I can avoid and claim myself to be lesbian and usually these people just go away.

But after three days of said avoidance, my phone lights up again, this time with three new messages.
"WTF!" "Answer your phone!" "Stop being so fucking dismissive!"
I decide to be candid, and tell him to stop texting and calling me compulsively, it's really quite unnecessary. It only makes him angry.
"Look, you're being very rude to me. So stop."
"I'm not being rude, I'm being candid. I don't think you're getting the point, here."
He starts to plead, begging me to let him take me out, get coffee, see a movie.
I ignore his texts again, and laugh at the coincidence.

Deep down, I'll always be rude, in one way or the next.


For a funny Creeper Video, check out the link below:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLPZmPaHme0