Freaks and Creeps part II

I have had enough of being stalked!

It has come to this: I go out with no make-up on, my leggings and trainers, my hair-scraped back: clearly NOT looking ‘to pull’ but they are like wasps … they buzz around when you are just trying to have a relatively normal day.

Today, I missed my first class, so I thought it would be best to go and explain that I was ‘working‘ to the teacher and pick up the homework (which I will probably not end up doing – but its the thought that counts, no?). Ran up the stairs, passing a bloke from Libya (where my dearest Daddy was born so I have absolutely nothing against the Libyians!) This guy however, had given me grief on the stairs a few weeks ago. I AM NOOOOOOTTT interested … He may not be mother-tongue Italian but he asked me out once and Im not sure what part of N.O. he didn’t understand. He asked me out again and I said NOOOOO o o o …. So why he felt the need to follow me to my classroom door this morning and stand there begging me to give him a minute of my time, I really do not know?! I am blatantly NOT interested. I didnt even get up to tell him so – I just mouthed ‘IM BUSY please LEAVE ME ALONE.’ He stared at me increduously, then gave me a sarcastic thumbs up, said ’Brava, Brava!’ and off he stormed in a huff. Um, EXCUSE ME! I should be the one in a huff… GGGGrrrrrr I wanted to cry I felt like he was raping me with his slitty snake eyes and I loathe the fact that I have to walk around checking over my back for who’s following me. He has a devlish look and I don’t know whether I should report him. The Uni is known to be a melting-pot of ’particular subjects’ some swats, some beauties, some comics, some Chinese mafia, some terrorists…. so who knows who this ‘tipo’ is? All I know is that I dont want to be alone with him. 

I had a giggle about it over coffee with my girlfriends… But … later, when I went to get a drink from the basement bar in-between class, alone, there he was and there was just one other completely dis-interested looking lady who seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that I was being cornered by this cretin. He said ‘Is everything ok’. I said ‘Yes.’ And then he said  ’There’s a film on Friday do you want to come see it with me’. I said ‘No.’ He just stood there in disbelief. The lift is some ancient cranky thing and I thought the woman was about to up-and leave me underground with this loon. But thank god – his teacher came out of a hidden classroom and called him in.

Phew. Safe! But I felt as though I should tell someone. My heart was racing. Or maybe I still should. I really dont want to end up alone with him. 

I came out of my next class and walked past him, his mardy face eyeing me up and down. And he stopped in front of me and said ‘Ciiiiiiaaaaaaaaaooooo’ really slowly. Is he a robot?

Oh gosh. Why are they so weird and desperate here! I feel like Ive been plonked in an aslyum half-the-time or a nightmarish all male prison… 

H.E.L.P.!

Advice is warmly welcome!!!???