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Sunday, November 27, 2011

This goes out to all the library creepers part 2: Extra pervy edition



It's a known fact that if you work at a library, or any real public place, the perverts will flock to you. Hide your kids, hide your wives, Hell hide your husbands because they're word violating everyone up in here. I briefly touched on the perverseness of library patrons in previous posts, but I didn't really delve into the depths of pervdom...

The People Who Obviously Have Significant Others but Hit on Librarians Tale  

It seems like when I do get hit on, it's not by a guy that I want to hit on me. I'm not trying to sound stuck up, I'm really not, but I feel like that's the case for everybody. It's like going to a bar (Yeah I know comparing a library to a bar, I'm a weirdo), the only people that seem to hit on you are the ones you try to stay away from. It doesn't mean that the people are necessarily bad looking or are feeding you constant cheesy pick up lines (However, this is often the case), but sometimes the people are just downright inappropriate.

Today for example, I was checking out video games to this guy. He happened to have a fine that he wanted to pay. I went through the necessary steps but I messed up something in the cash register. Unfortunately, I do not have the best math skills, and our cash register is particularly confusing when it comes to voids. I apologized to the man because I was taking for what seemed like forever to fix everything. He said, "Ah with that professional sweet voice of yours, your beautiful eyes and face-everything is just fine." I know what you're thinking, and no, I'm not making this stuff up.

I knew this guy had kids based on the books and video games he checked out, I knew this guy had or has a wife because he had a wedding ring on, and I knew that he was at least a good 15 years older than me. It's one thing to say someone has pretty eyes, or a nice smile. I still think it's weird to hit on someone that's considerably younger than oneself. Also, I do have a baby face. Hardly anyone can guess how old I really am, so this makes this encounter even creepier. If I hit on someone 15 years younger than I I'd be hitting on 8 year-olds. That would also make me a pedophile.

 Once, a guy we'll call Ned*, was checking out this woman who had a small fine. The woman was obviously crushing on Ned. Ned often got this reaction. He's usually ogled by female teenagers who only stare adoringly and wouldn't dare have the nerve to talk to him. The woman was shamelessly trying to flirt with Ned, however Ned still didn't understand or feel comfortable being hit on without any subtlety.

She said, "I'll pay you back somehow." It sounds harmless when you see it on the computer screen but the way she said it was so much more heinous and suggestive. I can only describe it as an ongoing batting of lashes, winks, and arm patting (Her petting Ned's arm not vice versa). Ned was sort of well... horrified. He knew she was joking, but that didn't make the awkwardnesss go away.

I won't go into stalkers with this story... that's possibly another entry for another day. I do have one mini story left however. I won't disclose my name, but just to preface this story, my name is not Nicole. When this guy came up to the checkout counter I didn't think anything of it. I didn't suspect he'd use a crappy pick up line, or make me feel the least bit uncomfortable... but he did. "Hey, Nicole."

I began to utter, "My name is not Nic.."

Before I could finish talking he said, "Nicole Kidman!"

I'm amazed when everybody thinks I look like a celebrity just because I'm pale and have red hair... That's all me and Nicole Kidman have in common. Well me, and the "Moulin Rouge" version of Nicole Kidman.

I think it makes people uncomfortable to be hit on by a total stranger. It might be because you're not attracted to the individual, or it might be because it doesn't seem genuine, and/or it feels fake or forced. *Another bar reference* A guy hit on me at a bar last weekend, he seemed harmless enough, but I felt put on the spot. It might be due to a somewhat recent breakup of mine, or I might be old fashioned in my way of thinking, but I want to know the person somewhat first before they call me beautiful. I almost feel victimized even if a woman I don't know says I'm pretty. It might be a lack of self confidence, or perhaps I can't take a compliment. I'm not sure. I'm not trying to lecture anybody, but  if you're a person who hits on people without a trace of subtlety, you might want to think twice about whom you're cornering.

I swear I sound like the most conservative 23 year old in the world sometimes.... sigh.

Sincerely,
Your Non-Stereotypical Librarian

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