Red Flags That the Guy You Just Met is a Creeper, Part 2

The following story describes how NOT to act at a club.

So I went to the club one night with my friends Joanna, Lola, and Kelsey. We were having a fun time dancing and seeing how many guys' numbers we would end up with by the end of the night.

Then I started dancing with a dude named Roland. I danced with him for awhile, but then I got bored. I excused myself, saying, "I'm gonna go use the bathroom."

Any smart guy knows that that phrase is code for, "I don't want to dance with you anymore."

However, Roland was far from smart. He decided to follow me to the restroom and wait for me outside (Red Flag #1). What a dumbass.

And what a fucking creep. Nobody waits for a girl right OUTSIDE the bathroom. The guy is supposed to stay in the same area, so the girl can find him again afterward.

When I came outside, I tried to walk past him to find Joanna, Lola, and Kelsey. He stopped me by saying that he had wanted to get my phone number.

I gave it to him, thinking it would make him get the fuck away from me. It didn't. He kept following me all around the club (Red Flag #2). I finally found Joanna, Lola, and Kelsey, and they led me back into the bathroom, and I explained to them what was going on. We left the club shortly after.

The story wasn't over yet.

The next semester, Roland sent me a Facebook friend request (Red Flag #3). The message that came with his request was a long paragraph, and essentially said something like, "Hey Veronica, I had so much fun dancing with you at the club last spring. I hope to see you there again this fall."

First of all, I never gave him my last name. So how the fuck did he find me on Facebook??!

Second of all, why would he wait five fucking months to send me a friend request??

Immediately, I denied the weirdo's request. I saw, however, that we had a mutual friend: my ex-boyfriend Elton's best friend, Dan.

As it turned out, Dan and I were taking the same biology class in the fall. We would sit together sometimes in class, but we weren't good friends-- my history with Elton made it awkward.

Anyway, I unfortunately ran into Roland again at the club that fall. After saying hi to me, he had this to say:

Roland: So how do you know Dan? (Red Flag #4)
Roland: Are you taking Bio 110 this semester??! (Red Flag #5)
Me: O_______o Leave me alone, Roland

The next day in Bio, I talked to Dan about what had happened with that creep Roland. Dan said, "Wow, okay. I'll talk some sense into him."

And thanks to Dan, Roland left me alone.

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When I told this story to my good friend Tony, he laughed, shook his head, and said, "Jeez Veronica. Why did you give him your number??? You should've given him a fake one. Or Jonny's."

HAHAHAHAHA. Jonny would've been in for a surprise, that's for sure. Imagine that.