Fucking creeper…
This man I occasionally have to see at work is a total creep. In the past, he’s done things that led to me completely freaking out and shaking and generally being traumatized, but for awhile he didn’t do any of that. His presence and demeanor and the history of his actions still made me nervous whenever he came in, but I had moved past having to go to another room afterward to calm down and stop shaking.
Not anymore.
Yesterday, he was at my desk for a long time taking care of several things. When I thought he was done, he asked me to make a copy of something for him, so I had to leave the relative safety of my desk. When I went to hand him the copy, I stayed as far away as I could, but he still moved in to try to hug me. Hell the fuck no. I stiffened up all weird and leaned away, like some animal trying to play dead in the face of a predator, so he like, rubbed my arm and it was totally gross and… hate. Hate hate hate.
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