Allan

When I was in college, I lived in this house that had been separated into two apartments.  Two other girls and I lived in the top apartment.  Approximately 900 guys lived below us.  (Or 5.  I can't remember which.)  Down the street from us lived another house of 28,493 guys (or again, 5) that mostly hung out in our house.  I blame my roommate, Shauna, for being such a good cook.

Needless to say, I thought I was in heaven.  I mean, 3,043,894 guys (or 10...) were constantly in my house, hanging out with me, and seeing my occasional good hair day!  Surely one of these fellows would not be a creeper, right?

Well, they might have been 90% good guys, but the one that fell for me was not.  His name was Allan.

As Allan will be the topic of many of my stories, I should tell you that his real name has actually escaped me.  We nicknamed him at one point (Creepfestos--that story to come), so I have been referring to him as such ever since.  Thus, his real name might be Allan, though I doubt it.

Allan had met the boys down the street while playing Ultimate Frisbee.  If you are not familiar with Ultimate Frisbee (or "Ultimate" as the regular players call it), consider yourself lucky.  It is a stupid game.  (Sorry if you love it.  I just don't understand the point of playing touch football with a Frisbee.  If you disagree, feel free to leave an intelligent comment as to why.)  Shauna had met him, and she assured me he was "quality."  So I went to meet him one fateful day.

Here's the basic run down of how that first meeting went:  He bought me a burrito (yay! points!), and then sat next to me so close his arm was leaving sweat beads on mine (ew! loss of points.).  He then followed us (yes, followed, as we did not actually invite him) to the pool.  He remarked one too many times on my piercings (I have a few, but they're all in totally appropriate places.  The remarks were just creepy.) and my bikini.  He then followed us back to our house, sat too close again, and stared at me while we watched Dancing with the Stars Season 1.  Yes.  Stared at ME.  Not the tv.

I told Shauna I got a weird vibe from him, and that I wasn't interested.  She shrugged, as we didn't think we'd see him again.

A week later, he came back from his vacation to Tennessee.  He walked into my bedroom, and began handing me things.  They turned out to be presents.

He bought me upwards of 5 presents after our 1 meeting.  They were "personalized."  Such as a miniature teddy bear with a little cardboard flower glued to its front that read "Quinn."  And a shot glass that he said, "Reminded me of that conversation we had."  And a Quinn magnet.  And a picture of a dog.

Needless to say, I knew at that moment I had a new creeper.