I was about 27
and living in a small town with my brother and his son. I had the day off from
work and was spending it at the laundromat to avoid doing so when it was
busier. As I lifted some heavy, wet clothes out of the washer and dropped them
into a basket on wheels, I felt someone trying to get my attention. I looked up
from my clothes and noticed a man standing near me, looking at me. He was tall
and skinny; about my age; with long, thinning hair tied back in a ponytail. And
he was asking me if my name was Chris—a shortened name I went by until I was 24.
“It’s me… Guy.”
I looked at
him trying to connect the dots.
“We went to freshman
orientation together at Columbia?” he added. “…Because of Angel?”
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, dots connecting.
We talked
briefly amidst the rumbling laundromat before exchanging numbers and agreeing
to meet for lunch later in the week to reconnect.
It had been nearly
a decade since we last saw one another; I was a little nervous and excited
about our lunch date. The morning of the day we were meeting, I dressed in
clothing that made me look and feel better about my non-socializing, haven’t-been-with-a-guy-in-several-years
self.
We met at an empty
joint in a strip mall near our jobs. We talked over our lunch, smiling a lot. I
was still nervous, but not too excited anymore.
After
catching up about our college days and what we’d been up to since then, we
started talking about our past together.
What past together? I wondered. The one awkward day we spent together at freshman orientation...or the
handful of times we got stoned with Angel?
***
Angel was a
year younger than me and smitten over Guy. He’s all she ever talked about while
we worked together the summer before I started college. I think the thrill of
giving herself to an “older man” enraptured her.
I remember
her gushing about a painting Guy created—of an exotic woman with long, dark
curly hair and green eyes (I had long, dark curly hair and green eyes)—and how
it hung on the back of his bedroom door. She was his dream come true, she said.
I remember
Angel took a photo of me, brought it to a salon, and came to work the week
after with curly hair like mine. A couple days later she walked in wearing a
pair of green contact lenses. People started asking us if we were sisters.
As summer
closed and Angel discovered Guy and I would be going to the same school together,
she insisted we go to freshman orientation together.
***
“Do you remember
the time we went bowling?” Guy smiled like he just won a prize.
“Of course.” My
stomach went sour as I thought back on that winter night we all got stoned in
his car and ended up at the bowling alley where I spent the rest of the time in
the bathroom trying to survive the cramps my period and the pot made me feel. I
was sure I was dying that night.
“You really
didn’t react to the drugs like I thought you would.”
My throat
started burning as I swallowed back my lunch. I forced a smile while I took a
drink of water and played with the food on my plate.
Then Guy quietly
revealed to me that he’d wanted to be with me the whole time and not Angel.
My heart
started racing and I couldn’t even pretend to eat anymore: What the motherfucking-shit was this guy talking about?
“I painted a
picture of you long before I ever met you,” he whispered.
All the
motherfucking dots connected into a big, fat exclamation mark that wrapped
itself around my neck and tried dragging me out of the restaurant booth.
I forced
another smile, praying for the nightmare to end and wondering if maybe I was
just being paranoid.
Finally the
check was left and we walked out together, but went our separate ways to our
separate cars.
I zipped back
to work and told a coworker about my lunch date and she agreed: Creepy motherfucker!
A year or so later,
the sky was white and gray. Most of the leaves had fallen off the trees and
there was a distinct chill in the air; winter was knocking hard. I was living alone
in another smaller town a bit north of the one I lived in with my brother and
nephew. My boyfriend and I were hauling garbage out to the curb. As we neared
the street, I noticed a man on a bike pedaling toward us.
The closer we
got to the curb, the closer the bicyclist came toward us…the faster my heart
started beating.
It was Guy.
I dropped my
eyes and garbage and went into the house and locked myself in the bathroom.
When I came out I told my waiting boyfriend all about Guy…And that’s when another
dot was connected as I remembered a day just a week before when I got into my stupidly
unlocked car and noticed the ashtray was sitting next to me in the passenger
seat. Nothing else was amiss in the car—even the change in the cup holder
remained intact.
It all spooked
me, heightening my awareness about locking doors and windows, as well as making
me constantly aware of any and everyone around me.
It’s been
another decade now.
I’ve moved another
handful of times and life is very different.
Yikes! Not a cool guy at all... Scary and freaky...
ReplyDeleteWow! That would scare the shit out of me. I would've gotten a restraining order.
ReplyDeletebut nothing ever really happened. thankfully.
DeleteSo weird and creepy! That would scare the hell out of me too.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, this story totally creeped me out. Especially being the parents of daughters, right!?! Wow, glad you didn't have to deal with him anymore.
ReplyDeleteHoly smoke on a cracker.
ReplyDeleteThat would be so scary!
You really told a tight story here and filled it right to the brim with a creepy and unsettling feeling. Great job, especially considering the small amount of words used!
oh Dawn you have no idea how hard it was to cut this down into the 1K word limit. i don't think it's too short at all (in fact, i would love to shorten in more), but wow was it hard to cut it down. so thank you for that.
DeleteYou did such a good job with this Christina, so creepy! I hope you never see him again. But to think he probably still has the picture he painted...ugh!
ReplyDeleteEww!! What a creep! So glad that nothing worse came of that but I would be totally freaked by this!
ReplyDeleteThat is creepy crazy scary. Whew. I'm glad you haven't seen him since then. I would have been really freaked out.
ReplyDeleteCreepy creepy creepy! And well told.
ReplyDeleteAHHHH so so so creepy
ReplyDeletereally creepy!! ehhahhaahah - just had to shake the heebie jeebies off! really good story - except ich, except it's true.
ReplyDeleteIt's unanimous - stalker man is creepy! Glad you got away! Well done!
ReplyDeleteWow, glad this ended as quickly as it did. Hope you never see the guy again.
ReplyDeleteI was on the edge of my seat the whole time. Yikes! What a creepy dude! Here's to never seeing him again!
ReplyDeleteScary as hell! He does sound like a creepy motherfucker
ReplyDeleteThe line about not reacting to the drugs like he expected made me think he tried to slip you something like a date rape pill and you were unaffected (which is more common than you might expect) only you WERE affected because you were sick as shit with the cramps.
ReplyDeleteyes yes yes. that's exactly what i thought in the moment; it's why i, all of a sudden, became scared shitless.
Deletei don't remember a lot from my past, but that's one vivid moment- the scene in the restaurant- that will never leave me.
Yeah, that line about the drugs was when this took a very disturbing turn into the possibly criminal. Yikes! Glad nothing happened and you're OK.
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