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 just 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..." And I about punched the shit out of him. I've been hit on by guys before, but this was extreme and threatening, and disgusting. I directed him where he said he wanted to go and told him to have a nice day. Should've called security or something. But, for as upset as I was, I think I did very well not knocking his drunk ass out right in the middle of campus. Reason number 378 to leave this sorry town: Gay drunk Indians.
Ryan, Carolyn & I were thinking it would be fun for us to have some drinks Thur. night or tonight. You should call me from the payphone. ------> Please call even if it's to say you can't make it. We just think it'd be fun. Luv Always, Amy & Carolyn I love you son! MOM P.S. Shakespeare & Ryan Rule!
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