Stalker wut?

First things first, as of yesterday at 5pm, I have no job. I am officially laid off from Borders. So it's back to square one of looking for a damn job. Crap. So yeah, I'm job hunting now and hoping I find something good. Saw this great one in Australia... but my chances of getting that are slim to none. :< Whatever, I'll try anyways.

So that was yesterday's joy. Today's joy was just... so much better. /sarcasm

My best friend for life, Nikki, and I were finally, FINALLY able to hang out for a while. It's been like... god, six months since I last saw her. She has been busy with school and work, and I was busy with work, and we just never had a day that we could hang out. So while she had a day off and was on break, and since I'm unemployed, I messaged her and asked if she wanted to go to Uncommon Grounds with me in 'toga. So we did.

Before I continue, let me tell you about Saratoga. It's a wonderful city with a very low crime rate. Downtown Saratoga is very safe, and very littered with cops because the station is RIGHT THERE. So shit just doesn't happen in this place. And when it does, everyone tends to know.

So Nikki and I went to Uncommon Grounds, and she got herself hot cocoa, and I got white hot cocoa with whipped cream, and we were chatting. And this guy followed us over to our seats. Which is fine, because we were in the center area where there were four overstuffed chairs around these two coffee tables, and it was crowded, so it wasn't unusual for him to sit in the chair sorta next to me. I say sorta because there is a good gap between the two.

Nikki and I chatted a while, and we both noticed that he was staring. And staying. And listening. And he didn't have a drink we soon noticed. Nor an iPod. Or a book. Not even a laptop. He was just sitting there, watching us, listening, and probably waiting.

Well, Nikki and I weren't about to leave. Oh hell no, not when he could follow us out. So we kept chatting, and he kept sitting. And waiting. And watching. And listening.

This went on for three hours. THREE HOURS.

The guy finally left about 9:25pm. Nikki and I waited until about 9:40pm before we headed out the door, because shit, he could be waiting. And during that time this other guy came over and was told us we should have moved and made a statement, and that what he was doing was wrong, and people had noticed. And when I told him that I did have self defense and martial arts training so I wasn't too worried about taking care of myself if need be, he told me that didn't matter and it wouldn't help too much probably. ORLY? Well whatever. It was nice of him to come over and say that, and tell us his years of being tuned to be observant through work had paid off, but I agree with Dad that he was a coward for not coming over to us before hand and saying loudly "Is that guy bothering you?" or something.

Dad things we should have left first, too, to see if the guy followed us rather than waiting because he could have waited for us out front, but really, either way we would have been screwed. We just figured he'd get too cold and leave. And apparently we were right. Though when we left it felt like someone was following us for a bit. Thankfully, we made it to the car uneventfully. o_o;

But I really was mentally preparing myself for him to possibly attack, and to have to put into use everything I've learned so far. And that's not much, but it's enough to hold my own--I'd hope. And since there were two of us and one of him, we did have the better numbers. But holy crap, talk about creepy. That kind of shit just doesn't happen in Saratoga. Wow.

Dad said I should have called him and he would have come down with the pistol in its holster. Ahahaha, that would have been a riot. I mean, he is licensed to carry so it would have been legal. But things worked out fine and that's all that matters. I just still can't fully believe it happened. And I wouldn't if Nikki hadn't been there with me, and that guy hadn't said anything to us.

And OMG, when Nikki went to the bathroom and I was alone, I could feel him staring holes into my head. And I mentally dared him to come chat with me, because I would have made a scene. Enough of a scene to have gotten the cops called or something. Because he was one creepy ass mother effer. Good god. o_o;

That was my interesting evening. All that matters though is that we got home safe and sound. :3