or should i say, a memory of the strangest encounter. roughly 6 years ago, i was browsing the isles of a Barnes & Noble. i was in the history section when this lanky, bearded gentlemen, probably somewhere in his early 40s, came up next to me. about 30 seconds later, he opened up a conversation by asking me what i was reading. a couple minutes of smalltalk ensued and i decided i wanted to check out some other stuff so i said, "nice meeting you, goodbye." now, i'm in a section on the other side of "history" when out of the corner of my eye, i see the guy walking towards me. and what does he do? he starts talking to me again. then out of the blue, he says "hey, why don't we have a cup of coffee? i can tell you like history. so do i." not his exact words but something to that effect. so i'm thinking, what the hell? as in, this guy is nuts, not as in "sure, why not". i tell him, "sorry, but i don't really know you sir and i wouldn't feel comfortable." his response, "oh, i'm not psycho or crazy or anything. i'm perfectly safe." uh, no thank you. i was 22 at the time so i don't know what he was thinking. maybe i looked 14 and he was looking for his next victim.
This is how most HORROR FILMs or ADULT PR0N MOVIES start... don't remember which of the two, or both... or what...
Maybe he was just gay and taking a shot. or Maybe he's just an eccentric history buff. or Maybe he's a mega-wealthy, eccentric guy looking for someone with similar interests to take over his huge corporate conglomerate because he's going to retire to Tibet and he needs someone to spend all of his money. Looks like you missed your chance.
seriously, i think i spent the rest of that day coming up with what the hell just happened. and just about everyone of these possibilities, including Swoly's horror/p*rn film, popped into my head. well, the mega-wealthy guy scenario is a bit of a stretch.
Damn macalu, that was pretty mean of you. How do you know he wasn't dying of cancer and looking for one last meaningful conversation about history, the only subject that he has ever had any interest in? Are you satisfied that you denied a dying person a little bit of happiness in the final days of his life? ...on second thought, he was probably just going to drop a roofie in your coffee and take you back to his dungeon and use you to personally demonstrate his collection of midevil torture devices...
that reminds me of a strange encounter that i had one day about 6 years ago. my wife had just died and i really had no purpose to go on, however, for some strange reason as i was heading over to (go shoot myself while swimming in) the middle of a lake, i got the urge to read up on history - my first true love. as i was searching through the history section, i noticed a young man, around the age of 20. i remembered when my wife and i had expected a child, but our little boy died during the delivery. that was approximately 20 years earlier. i looked at this young man and got to thinking how different my life would have been had i had this son. oh the memories that would have been created. then i thought to myself, why can't i at least try to befriend this young man, maybe just enough to get his name and address so that i could leave my multimillion dollar estate to someone that i at least know. afterall, i really never got close to anybody in recent years and didn't like any of the people that i knew, even mildly. i approached this young man, not wanting to let him know the riches that lied ahead in his future. he seemed quite interested in history, just as my son would have no doubt been. i asked him small questions but never got any replies. shut down with a quain "nice to meet you, goodbye" statement. i wandered around the store a bit longer, contemplating just going out to the lake and shooting myself. but where would my estate go? not to my family who disbanded me at the age of three...surely not them. "i must give this young man my estate," i thought to myself. i see him in another section of the "history" section...so i decide to approach him for one last chance - hoping to explain my situation over a cup of coffee or something. surely i could take up 5 minutes of this young mans time, he would understand after hearing what i have to say. "hey, why don't we have a cup of coffee?" i ask, "i can tell you like history, so do i," i enquire hoping for a polite response so that i can give my new son a future. he replied, "sorry, but i don't really know you sir and i wouldn't feel comfortable." i didn't know what to say..."i'm not psycho or crazy or anything. i'm perfectly safe." still no reply from the now disturbed young man. what did i do wrong? what have i ever done wrong? i always **** things up. that's why my child died, that's why my wife died...and that's why i can't even have one single friend on this lonesome planet. i took all my most valuable belongings with me onto the raft as i gently paddled out into the middle of the lake. throwing each one of my valuables in...cash, jewlery, and more...i then pulled out my gun, stood on the edge of the wood beneath my feet. *bang*...a shot to my head. silenced for eternity. -anonymous
I was studying in a starbucks (despite not buying a coffee. suckers) and this old guy was walking around trying to chat up people. Some people are just lonely.
