Uggh, blowing off so steam here, here goes nothing.
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Okay, really I'm sick and tired of being hit on by thirty year old men. Jesus F*cking christ they're old enough to be my uncle for crying out loud. And just don't touch me, like f*ck, I just want to shop and sip my coffee in piece without having to worry about getting harrased.
I mean, yeah sure, I don't mind if you talk to me but christ don't hug me if I don't even know who the fuck you are, especially if you're older than f*cking moses.
Please, for the love of Zeppelin, don't call after me when I leave. You're just embaressing yourself and me and around my nine year old cousin, are you nuts?! I mean, if you think I'm that old, then who knows, they could be my kids.
And please, I beg of you, don't ask for my number in front of my dad, you're what, 38? And a crackhead? Uggh, Floyd have mercy!
I'm officially carrying pepper spray with me, or a panic button whenever I go shopping.
Ouch, that should be annoying and like AngelOfHatred said, you should talk to the police if it's the same guy that does it, or just charge someone of sexual harassment.