Currently at a coffee shop working. Because where else would I be on a Friday afternoon … single life.

Except there’s a man, a couple tables away, facing me, staring at me, constantly. I can feel his eyes burning a hole at the top of my head as I look down and pound away at the keys. Anxiety starting to surface.

Someone, please, anyone. Sit down in front of his line of vision so he can’t see me anymore. But no one hears my silent request as they sit anywhere but his line of vision. Why does he think it’s okay? Why is he trying to break my bubble?

He’s getting up, my anxiety builds as he’s coming closer … f*ck. He sits down. Small talk. I hate small talk. Awkward laughter. My shifty eyes pleading for someone, anyone, to help. Nothing.

Anxiety to a boil as I politely decline his date proposal. He hands me his phone number “in case I change my mind” and walks back to where he was sitting. He continues on with his life, occasionally looking up at me as I sit there trying to be as normal as I can. I couldn’t take it anymore. I packed my things and bolted out the door.

Fresh, clean air.

Freedom.

Just my every encounter with any man that comes up to me in public. I can’t do it. It freaks me out. Especially when I’m all alone, with no barriers to help me run away. I can’t handle this shiet. This could be why I’m single for life. Maybe one day I’ll be normal and actually say yes … ha who am I kidding.

Have a great weekend, kiddies! Enjoy your last few days of January!