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vollmusApproximately an hour and a half ago, I was wandering around Target. I was smiling at people I made eye contact with, as I usually do, but overall minding my own business. The CD/DVD section was near the end of my circuit around the store, and it was there that my fairly innocuous trip to Target turned sour.
There was a guy standing there looking at the rap CDs. He said hello, so I smiled and returned the favor. I expected that to be the end of the exchange, but this was not the case. "What's your name, beautiful?" I couldn't believe he'd actually said that, yet I answered him anyway. This was obviously a mistake, as for the next five to ten minutes he proceeded to follow me around the store asking what I was looking for, where I was going, and what my plans were for the day. I lied about my plans, saying I was going to spend all day with my sister, and then took a few random turns down uninteresting aisles and crossed my fingers. I'd finally lost him.
A few turns later and he was back again. Fortunately, I was the only one who realized we were right next to each other. With a bit of maneuvering, I was able to completely avoid him all the way through checkout. As soon as I was in my car, I sent a text to my sister: "I was just hit on at Target and he would not go away. Ew."
Needless to say, I am glad that's over.
There was a guy standing there looking at the rap CDs. He said hello, so I smiled and returned the favor. I expected that to be the end of the exchange, but this was not the case. "What's your name, beautiful?" I couldn't believe he'd actually said that, yet I answered him anyway. This was obviously a mistake, as for the next five to ten minutes he proceeded to follow me around the store asking what I was looking for, where I was going, and what my plans were for the day. I lied about my plans, saying I was going to spend all day with my sister, and then took a few random turns down uninteresting aisles and crossed my fingers. I'd finally lost him.
A few turns later and he was back again. Fortunately, I was the only one who realized we were right next to each other. With a bit of maneuvering, I was able to completely avoid him all the way through checkout. As soon as I was in my car, I sent a text to my sister: "I was just hit on at Target and he would not go away. Ew."
Needless to say, I am glad that's over.
