I've decided to write tonight to add a little about a sad time in my life. -- Martin, the security guard at Zayre.
Mr. Martin-- a security guard at Zayre began to talk to me about things such as the weather. He asked me my name too. That was fine -- a friendly security guard. On June 8th he said I "looked great" in my new skirt, that I was a "very nice girl", and that he would like to see me "out of work" sometime -- like Saturday. I said no and he seemed to take that as an answer. The next day he asked me again and spent his break with me and asked and asked. I said no and no and no. The next day he didn't say much. Finally today he said he wanted an answer. I gave it to him -- "No!". But he wouldn't buy that. Then he wanted my phone number, but I didn't give it to him. Finally I laid it down straight and explained about Jeremy. He finally got the message, but wants to "still be friendly". He's sweet but persistent (and old -- at least 30!).
What next? I've had my fill of men (exectp for Jeremy of course) for this year!!! :-)
Actually I think I led this guy on. He was not from the states -- he was from Pakistan -- so either he didn't believe me or had some preconceived ideas about women from the states.
I didn't mention that Martin called me at home. I got scared and told my dad to answer the phone the next time it rang. He did and told Martin to stop calling or he'd call the police.
Martin didn't talk to me after that.
I like how I said he was old -- at least 30. Heh.