Real Encounters

*A man wanted me in the theater for everything*

The weekend after my 24th birthday in February this year, I went on a blind date that ended atrociously, as the person I met smelled like a skunk and was a liar. That's not the scary part, though.

I bought a ticket for my date and myself, but the movie didn't start for another 45 minutes, so I just waited in the theater lobby until she would show up. I was on the far left corner of a bench when a large burly man walked up to the bench and sat directly next to me. "Hi," he said.

As a slightly awkward guy, I sheepishly said, "Hi".

The man smiled, opened up his coat, reached in and pulled out a package of salami. "This is the best motherfucking salami. You want to buy some?" he asked.

"No thanks, I'm full," I said.

He raised his eyebrows and put the salami back in his coat. In the same movement, however, he pulled out a package of cheese. "And this cheese? You want to buy some goddamn good pepperjack?" he leaned towards me with his question.

"No. I'm afraid not."

He sighed, put the cheese back in his coat and zipped it up. The man was silent for the next five minutes, but my heart was pounding from being uncomfortable.

The man finally relented and nudged me. He pointed at the poster for Mockingjay. "That's a fine ass logo," He smirked.

I looked at the poster. "It is pretty cool, isn't it?" I forced myself to say.

"I'm a tattoo artist. I gotta put it on someone... maybe you. Yeah, I would LOVE to ink your canvas. I mean, you're well-built; one could do wonders with your skin."

I went wide-eyed in dismay at how creepy this guy was. I couldn't even respond at this point.

"I'm also a musician. I bet you have great vocal chords. I'd love to audition you," He smiled at me.

"Maybe another time, man. I'm meeting my date any second now," I said.

"Is she hot?" He said, with his tone deeper and more serious.

"I don't know. We'll see..."

"Well, lucky her," He said. He reached out and stroked my hairline and ran his finger through my admittedly long hair, "Luck-y-her..."

I sprang to my feet and stomped out of the theater.

"Ah, c'mon, man! You can't just leave me like-" He shouted after me when a theater usher stomped up to him and yelled at him to leave.

After three minutes, I re-entered the theater and the creep was nowhere to be seen. I can handle myself, but I felt violated by the whole incident.

EDIT: As a point of clarification, some women socializing at the other end of the bench had caught sight of him doing his hair bullshit, which prompted them to confront him just as I was leaving. The theater staff jumped in just as I was exiting the building.

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