So, yesterday, when I was going to make the last of my deliveries around campus, a drunk Indian man hit on me. Told me I was cute, put his arm around me and followed me a little too close.
I ran him over with my delivery cart and laughed about it later.
He was creepy. He kept saying, "Ryan, you're cute," and, "Ryan, be nice to me."
I about punched the shit out of him. I've been hit on by guys before, with this was extreme, threatening and disgusting. I directed him where he wanted to go and told him to have a nice day. Should've called campus security or something.
But as for how upset I was, I think I did very well not knocking his drunk ass out.
Reason number 378 to leave this sorry town: Gay Drunk Indians.
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