GABANNA 

When Creepers Attack

Once upon a Boardy Barn I got plastered and some creeper took advantage of the fact that I was apparently a two beer queer that day.

For those of you who don’t know Boardy Barn is an all day drinking event where you get drunk off of two dollar beers and cover one another with smiley face stickers. You take the train out east, hop in a cab and sneak drinks until they let you inside. So after coffee’s spiked with cookie dough vodka, a handful of mini bottles on line and chugging beers once inside, we can say that I was feeling pretty good.

I was standing near the bar when I was approached by some hot-shot in stunna shades. We looked at each other and as I turned back to my friends he was suddenly in my face.

“Hey gorgeous. What’s your name?”

“Gabanna, you?” figuring I should be nice to the guy.

“Joe. You’re hot,” he said as he slapped my ass.

Umm, excuse me? That is off limits. I chose to ignore it as he continued to question me about myself.

“Are you from here?

“I live in East. You?”

His jaw dropped and I knew immediately where he was from.

“You’re from West?!” His smirk confirmed that he was from my rival high school and we immediately started bashing one another about whose team was better.  My friends looked on in shock as Joe and I got in a screaming match about something that happened almost six years ago.

Finally he said, “See you later sweetheart” and with another slap of the ass he was gone.

…or so I thought

Several hours later I was feeling even more intoxicated when those stunna shades suddenly appeared in my face again.

“Miss me?”

“Ugh deff not. What the hell are you doing?!” I yelled as he snatched my phone out of my hand. Before I knew it he was calling himself. “I am soooo screwed,” I thought to myself.

“Bye gorgeous,” he said with a wink and another slap and then he was gone.

The Ultimate Stalker

The next day I woke up with a text from “Joe BB” saying goodmorning. And a friend request on Facebook. Yeah, scary.  After texting my friends to figure out who this kid was (since I had no recollection whatsoever) we finally figured it out.

For the next month he continued texting me asking me out and telling me how hot I was. Unfortunately for me Dolce and I ran into him one night when we were out. He told me how hot I was and how lucky I was that he was going to take me out.

Needless to say I used him to buy us beer and shots and refused to talk to that cocky asshole when he texted me the next day.

Moral of the Story

As creepy as this guy was, thankfully he wasn’t an actual stalker. I should have immediately shut him down when he first grabbed my ass but was too inebriated to really do anything about it. I also should have not accepted his friend request on Facebook, and I have deleted him since we stopped talking. Luckily for me he wasn’t too sketchy and I did get free shots out of him; it’s important to know who you’re talking to and to make sure that you have someone you trust around you to watch over the situation.