Alrighty, I haven’t written anything on this blog because I’m currently crushed under the weight of a thousand American University applications (which are totally dumb by the way) but something so creepy happened to me yesterday I feel like I just have to share:
So yesterday, me and my best friend went to some really useless Ivy League presentation at Northern SS (around two blocks east of Eglinton Station). By the time we came out it was around 9pm. We were trying to figure out how to get back to the subway station when:
Some random guy walked up to us and said, “Hey, you guys are on Mt. Pleasant road right now. Where are you trying to go?”
Obviously we were a little freaked out, but we still answered, “Okay, we’re trying to get to Eglinton Station.”
You’d think that he’d just point out the way and leave us alone, right?
Except then he started WALKING WITH US.
We had no idea what the fuck was going on, but obviously we couldn’t just be like, “Um, why are you walking and talking with us?”
He then proceeded to asking us a bunch of personal questions. Like, what’s your background? Are you studying for graduate school?
He thinks I’m a university student!!!!!
So then I showed him my SAT book and told him, no, I’m studying for the SATs.
Apparently he didn’t know what the SATs are because he then asked, “That’s for graduate school, right?”
DO I LOOK THAT OLD? DO I LOOK THAT OLD?
Or maybe he just said that he thought I was a university student to feel less like a pedophile.
Or not. I mean, when he finally realized that we were underage, he didn’t seem to feel that anything was wrong.
Anyway, so he walked us ALL THE WAY to the subway station. It felt like forever. He started analyzing our personalities. He said my friend was passive. He said I probably couldn’t succeed in business. When I told him I wanted to do accounting he said that accounting is the most depressing job in the world.
I honestly wanted to punch him in the face. Who was he to tell us our personalities when he doesn’t even know us? Who was he to tell us what we should do when he randomly started talking to us out of nowhere?
When he finally left, me and my friend stared at each other and had a giant “WTF” moment. Seriously…
WHAT THE FUCK.
I mean, WHO DOES THAT? Who just walks up to underage girls at night and talks to them? That has got to be the creepiest thing I’ve ever experienced. I mean, we didn’t even ask for directions to begin with.
Anyway, I did learn that he was a psychology major at university.
Oh. That explains a lot actually.
I’ve always found psychology to be a really scary thing to study. It can really fuck you up. Like it did to this guy. I’m trying to think positively and not label him as a pedo. Maybe he was just using us as a fun little psychology exercise! He did ask us an awful lot of demographical information.
But still. You’ve got to be kidding me, Creepy Psychology Dude.
I could have called the police.
Anyway. When I told this to Annie, she brought up a very interesting point.
Last year, one of our friends met some guy. He walked up to her and asked for directions to the subway station when he obviously didn’t need them. Then they ended up talking and um, dating, I guess. And get this: He studies psychology.
Oh. My. God.
COULD THIS BE THE SAME GUY? I THINK SO!
I mean, how many creepy, 20-something-year-old psychology students who randomly walk up to female students to offer/ask for subway directions are there? I’d bet not a lot.
Anyway. Let this horrible experience be proof that you should listen to your mother and NEVER. TALK. TO. STRANGERS.
And I hope one day some girl calls the police and he ends up in jail.