Speaking of things I want, feel free to start a kickstarter to raise enough money for me to buy this purse. I've somehow convinced myself that I need it and now that I'm thinking about it again, I've got some pretty solid arguments. Like for example, I need a small bag for both day and night activities in Belgium. This Michael Kors one is basically perfect for my Brussels travels and I need it. Now.
Fun story of the day: I was walking around Fashion Island alone when I noticed a guy standing against a wall looking at his phone. Super casual, didn't think twice. But then he started to stare at me, which I tend to be overly paranoid about because I get fairly self-conscious about my bad leg. I gave him a smile/smirk as a kind of "Hey, you're staring, it's rude, stop," and went on my way. About three stores down, however, I caught a movement following shortly behind me in the reflection of a store window. Now, like I said, I'm pretty paranoid, so I thought I would head into a store real quick to see if this guy was actually following me. I meandered in Lush for a bit, pretending to be interested in their overpriced glitter soaps, and walked out about two minutes after. Much to my horror, the guy was sitting outside of the store. I quickly picked up the pace and headed in the direction of my car. As I walked, I noticed a figure getting closer and closer until he was no less than an arm's distance from me. At the height of my uncomfortability, the guy says to me, "So you just shopping today?"
I laugh to myself and realize, "Jess, it's just a sales pitch, he's obviously some kind of business-y businessman getting information about Fashion Island shoppers." I agree and continue to walk, interested in where this conversation is going. The guy introduces himself as Nick and awkwardly proceeds to tell me about how he had just spent the day reading at Barnes & Noble.
This is not a sales pitch.
He finally stumbles through something along the lines of, I want to hang out with you/can I get your number/I'm trying to meet people. After learning from previous mistakes, I decided to take his number and quickly say my goodbye before heading into a very populated, brightly-lit store where I try to evaluate what the what just happened.
The whole encounter made me think, am I one of those girls who is too quick to call guys creepers, or was he genuinely creepy. Considering the guy followed me for nearly ten minutes from one store to the next, I decided to go with the latter.
Fun side note: This is the highlight of my love life right now. Thrilling.
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