Here we are on day 2 of #13DaysofCreepyCreepers, where I am back to tell you another tale of awkwardness. Yesterday I spoke of my first visit to the New York City comic convention weekend, now let me tell you what happened to me on the walk to the Javits Center.
It was a sunny day so instead of transferring trains I decided to get out of the train station at 34th street Penn Station and walk the last few blocks to the Javits Center. I was happily followed by mobs of con go-ers, the costumes and walking dead badges could be spotted all over midtown. Innocently, I walked down the street when suddenly I heard a man scream, he sounded like a dying hyena.
“OH MY GOD, OH DEAR GOD”
Initially I assumed he was in danger but upon further inspection I thought he might be a crazy homeless man who, of course felt the need to follow me. Just peachy…
“OH MY GOD, HEY GIRL! HEY YOU!… HEY GIRL! GIRL PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE SINGLE!”
Say what now?
You are following me down a busy street in Manhattan, screaming like I just fed your first born to a Hippogriff because you want to know if I’m SINGLE?
For my non-Potterheads, this is a Hippogriff.
Cat-calling is one thing but this was a man screaming at the top of his lungs! People took one peek at him and turned to give me that “oh you poor thing” look. Did you NOT notice the scantily clad cosplay girls? There are literally girls wearing nothing but a corset, underwear and boots walking down the street in front of me but you choose to stop the fully-clothed girl!?
This could have been you bro!
“GIRL TELL ME YOU ARE SINGLE, PLEASE JUST SAY YES!”
Big, tall, man with crazy eyes just asked the tiny, round girl if she is single. It was like a mouse got stuck in a cage with an angry lion. No sudden movements, don’t breathe too loudly, don’t make a sound. You never know what will send the lion on a violent rampage.
Seriously though, if girls don’t react appropriately, things can get violent very quick. I simply smiled and said, “Sorry, I’m not.” Thankfully he was the harmless type of lion and continued to follow me for another block before screaming “BYE BEAUTIFUL” and turning the corner.
What did I mean to say to him?
Hell. Freaking. NO.
Am I actually single?
Hell. Freaking. YES.
26-Years-old and still unmarried. My mother’s desperation is literally seeping out of her pores and infiltrating the people around her. Damn traitorous cousins, she has them all on her side. You know the desperation is real when your conservative Muslim mother says “I don’t care if he’s white, black or indian, just get married already. ” BUT, that is a story for another time.
Until then, stay safe ladies! You never know when creepy can get dangerous. Don’t forget to send in your own stories! Email them to Nila@UrbanAsian.com!