Sacrament
Well-known member
Okay, so this was interesting.
I was on my way home from work around 7am, when a car drove past me, and the driver (a guy wearing a suit and sunglasses) kept staring at me, and started to lick his lips suggestively. I laughed it off and kept walking, but when the guy hit a red light, he actually turned around at that red light, drove down the very same street he had just driven by (but in the opposite direction), and did the exact same thing: stared at me, and licked his lips in a very creepy way.
I literally went "what the f--" out loud, and kept on walking. Turns out he actually drove through another street, turned around again, drove past me again, and still kept staring. It was starting to get really weird by now.
As I kept on walking, there he is again, doing the exact same thing. At this point, I tried to fool him by trying to go in a different direction, but he was slowing down so much that he could see what I was doing. I got fed up and was close to calling the cops, so I just ran home, otherwise he could have found out where I live.
Mind you, I'm not gonna get all reclusive and whatnot because of this. It creeped me out, yes, and it makes me feel a little paranoid (since I always get off work at the same hour and take the same route home), but I'm just gonna shrug it off as a one time thing.
And yes, I'm a guy, which makes this even creepier.
I was on my way home from work around 7am, when a car drove past me, and the driver (a guy wearing a suit and sunglasses) kept staring at me, and started to lick his lips suggestively. I laughed it off and kept walking, but when the guy hit a red light, he actually turned around at that red light, drove down the very same street he had just driven by (but in the opposite direction), and did the exact same thing: stared at me, and licked his lips in a very creepy way.
I literally went "what the f--" out loud, and kept on walking. Turns out he actually drove through another street, turned around again, drove past me again, and still kept staring. It was starting to get really weird by now.
As I kept on walking, there he is again, doing the exact same thing. At this point, I tried to fool him by trying to go in a different direction, but he was slowing down so much that he could see what I was doing. I got fed up and was close to calling the cops, so I just ran home, otherwise he could have found out where I live.
Mind you, I'm not gonna get all reclusive and whatnot because of this. It creeped me out, yes, and it makes me feel a little paranoid (since I always get off work at the same hour and take the same route home), but I'm just gonna shrug it off as a one time thing.
And yes, I'm a guy, which makes this even creepier.