Confused

The other morning during my normal daily commute into the city, I was feeling rather dissatisfied with my over all appearance. I have to dress like a boy in general for work, and this particular morning I was not even wearing mascara. I felt nast (if you pardon the expression). While on the bus, an older black man came up to me (who had previously been looking at me and smiling obnoxiously) and said, "I'm sorry I don't mean to make you feel awkward, but I just HAD to tell you. I was even just tellin my friend over there (a girl) but, your eyes are BEAUTIFUL! LIke..wow! I saw em and was like..dang! So, sorry for annoying you" (he walks away).

Ten Minutes

Ten minutes is apparently the correct length of time one needs to be outside in order for creepers to approach. Today while out on my ten minute break at work, this was said to me by an older man with a long nasty ponytail. In passing, he said "Hi there. I might also add that your cute nose matches that little behind of yours". He kept walking. What kind of feeling do people like that think that they leave you with? Certainty? Confident? Personally, I was creeped out.

Hit and run

The other day whilst taking a ten minute break at work, a homeless looking man began walking towards me with a very bewildered look. He slowed in front of me and asked me for a light. After I told him I did not have one, he said…"I ain't gonna lie..when I seen you I thought you was a boy cuz of yo hair but then I seen yo eyes and I was like DAAMMNN!" The bewilderment then transferred to myy face.

Yestercreep.

Hi there! So, I suppose this will be my first official blog entry/creeper story to share. I have decided that throughout this blog, I will not only be posting ridiculous experiences as they happen from day to day, but will also be digging into my "archives" of past stories. To me, I feel it is important to show you were it all began. I will show you a glimpse into the period of my life when I first recognized very distinct occurrences that were...perhaps, not normal.

The fall of 2007 began my Freshman year of college at Cleveland State University. My eyes were bright and full of hope, my hair was long and...somewhat bushy, and every day I hazily made my way onto the 6:50 a.m. bus for my 8:30 a.m. class. Looking back now, I really have no idea how I did it. My entire freshman year, for the most part, is truthfully a rather large blur with random flashes of sleep depravity. I woke at 5:30 every morning, walked a decent amount to Lake road (no matter the weather conditions) and caught the bus. This was when I first began taking public transportation.

My bus driver was an older man, probably around 50, and always seemed to have something to say to me. He would make small talk, ask me where I was headed (as every one else on my bus were older business men and women) and when I first met him...how old I was. I answered, "I'm eighteen." as I held on for dear life as he whipped around corners. His response, "Eighteen! Shoo...I thought you were twelve!" As I realized increasingly so that he may have been some what concerned for me...seeing as how he thought I was a lost twelve year old heading into the city, I became more concerned as he persisted to hit on me. He would say things like, "I like your style girl." or "You're a pretty girl!" and a year later when seeing me for the first time that year..."You lookin REAALLL mature". Yea. not QUITE sure what that one meant, but I definitely chose to ignore it. Other times, he would actually tell me to call him! He would say he wanted to chat and see how my classes were going..and I was always very confused by it. Why would this man remotely care? Yea, I was a bit naive and lacking street smarts at the time. As a matter of fact, one day after he pestered me to call him, I was SO annoyed by his persistence that I actually DID! He literally asked me how I was enjoying my classes, told me about his daughter and what she is up to, and then we hung up. Ohhhh young Hannah.

READ STICKER ON FOREHEAD

Hello! And welcome to my life. For those who do not know me already, extremely doubtful if you are reading this in the first place, my name is Hannah Grace. I am a recent college graduate of Cleveland State University with a double major in Sociology and Criminology. I am currently working as a barista at Starbucks downtown and loving every minute of it. I love the city, and feel very confined anywhere that is too..."suburby", if you will. Having spent the majority of my days for the past 4 years in downtown Cleveland, I have come to learn a lot about myself and..well...life in general. One of the most important lessons I have learned, as well as my primary driving force behind this blog, is that I...am...a creeper magnet. What is a creeper you ask? Such a person is anyone who irritates, scares, or disturbs the life or desire to live out of unsuspecting people. Another important characteristic to remember about a creeper, is that they are known most for hitting on the innocent as they attempt to go about their daily activities. Keeping all of this in mind, please remember...these are the type of people I attract, unwillingly of course, and find myself having to fight off incessantly. Why such people come to ME out of anyone else is a complete mystery. Some days I feel as though I must have a sticker on my forehead that says "Please come talk to me. I am very vulnerable". So my dear followers, that is precisely what this blog will be devoted to. This will be my way to share my "creeper stories" with you all as they happen from day to day. They will be unbelievable, they will be strange, they will be funny...but please keep in mind...they are all true. And that, is what will ALWAYS make you think of me...turning my face to the skies and saying, "Rapture me now".