I’m seriously creeped out right now.
I had an unwelcome visitor, we’ll call him “Craig with a K” (CK for short), because that’s his name (and how he spells it) and I don’t give a rats ass about protecting his privacy.
About a year ago I met CK through an acquaintance; he’s in his late twenties, an artist and graduated from the same college as HE did. I thought HE and CK would get along well and we all hung out a few times. CK was a bit more of an artistic “personality” than HE was, or that I was able to appreciate. At one point CK told us about a piece he had started working on but then had a dream about it and I can’t really the remember the rest but the short story was somthing along the lines of if he changed the piece to like it was in the dream the rest of his dream would start to come true…or something like that. I’m not sure if he told us the whole thing because he believed it or because he thought it would make him seem more artistic.
Anyhow the last time I saw him, he had just dropped by and we all ended up watching a movie. HE went to bed early because of work the next day, he wasn’t even out of the bathroom when CK started hitting on me…at least it seemed like he was hitting on me, looking at me and raising his eyebrows with this kind of “so ya wanna” smile on his face. Multiple times. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t mis-reading it.
I played completely dumb and thank god the movie ended shortly after. Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry.
I told HIM about it, HE laughed because honestly who does that?!?!?
We never heard from CK again…until last month when he called up and asked how we were doing. Thing is, I got the feeling that he knew HE was dead, just a gut feeling. Plus, usually when I tell people there’s a big ugly pregnant pause while people process what I’ve just said. CK didn’t really miss a bit saying he was shocked or whatever. CK asked if I was working I told him I was still at the restaurant and he asked which one? Again, this didn’t ring true, I’m pretty damn sure remembers which one. Then he suggested we get together for a beer or coffee to talk…yeah, sure buddy…I told him to call me in a 2 or 3 months figuring that would put him right off.
Except, in the last month I’ve seen him walk by the restaurant 4 times. In the last 9 or 10 months I haven’t seen hide noir hair of him on the streets, but he just happens to be passing by my work 4 times in the last month?
And guess who was on my doorstep tonight? Yep, Craig with a K.
I had the main door open but the screen door latched, and there he is standing on my porch.
He tried the door, I said it was a bad time and I was busy.
He asked how I was doing, I shrugged my shoulders and said “coping”.
HE said I look different, I said I was only getting about 4 hours of sleep at night.
He said “no, you look great”, I said a few people have mentioned that and I just don’t get it. (A few people have and I don’t).
He asked if I had 5 minutes, I said, again, right now’s a really bad time.
He looked at me kinda crestfallen, I shrugged my shoulders and said I was sorry, that it just really wasn’t a good time, then walked away from the door.
And I’m seriously creeped out right now.
It all seems pretty harmless, it reads like it’s harmless… but after seeing him walk by work the 3rd time I was feeling a bit weird about it, the 4th I was just uncomfortable about it and now tonight he’s on my doorstep and have this overall gut creep feeling.
If he shows up again I guess I’ll just bluntly ask what he wants and go from there in getting rid of him…I mean I don’t have time for this bullshit, I feel like I don’t have enough time for my friends, why do I have to waste time on this fuckwit?!?! Frankly I want to be writing a reply to an e-mail a great friend sent me tonight, but nooooo, I have to vent about Craig with a K because I’m feeling creeped out about him.
I better be PMSing because this shit’s really not funny.
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