Creeper:1 ; Aimee: 0.

Rarely do I ever blog about my days, but today was one that was interesting to say the least. I guess with the strong winds also comes irony, but I have to do my best and take what comes at me in stride and hopefully with a little grace. But sadly, today was not the case.

So today, I swore I pressed snooze like 30 times before I actually woke. I struggled to get into the shower. Stared at my closet for a million minutes. Dressed. Hair and make-up. Put on some shoes and dragged my butt out the door.

All my body craved today was sleep. My eyelids seriously felt like they had weights attached to them. My arms were heavy and my head drooped (but no, the sleep bobble did not happened).

While on campus, I dragged myself from class to class. Every step and stride seemed longer than the first. Mind you I was not in the mood nor was I feeling cute or ready for the next part. Literally all I wanted was for it to be 10 PM so my school day could be over.

So what happened next introduces the creeper. I never really ever met him. Heck I don’t even know his name. But I do know that he is in one of my classes.

Anyways, on my way out of my first class and onto my second I run into him in the stairwell. I don’t make eye contact, but I felt him stare at me… I pass him, but then I hear him say “hi, how are you, Aimee?” Being that there really wasn’t anyone around me I couldn’t say that I didn’t hear him- so I answer.

He struggles to continue a conversation, but attempts to keep it lingering for as long as he can. He then drops the “I think you’re really cute” bomb and asks me what I’m doing this weekend. Mind you, I’m still in a rush to my next lecture and then there it was- I was saved by my phone ringing.

I say, “excuse me, I’m in a rush and I really should take this…” and make a quick get away. Two lectures pass and I’m off to my four hour class, but my last one of the day.

FYI: I wore heels today, for professional reasons, (I’m not one of those girls that would wear a five-inch heel, for no reason at school- if I can wear flats, I will) and as I turned the corner there he was coming out of the next building.

He yelled for me to wait up. I apologized again and said that I was in a rush because I had someone to see before we had class. He said he’d walk me to the building, but I was already late. He insisted. I didn’t want him to so I began to walk faster and faster and faster. He attempted to keep up, but it didn’t work. I felt my little feet going at grandma power walk speed.

He knew he couldn’t keep up and yelled from a distance, “alright, I guess I’ll see you in class.” In a relief I begin to slightly slow down, but i still had some speed in my stride. And the wind in Northridge has been crazy lately. So my lack of grace hit me and the creeper got to creep as I NOT-so-gracefully fell to the floor.

I ate it. I ate it hard. The creeper got his chance to creep and seem like a hero at the same time. He was nice and rushed to me to see if I was alright. But I had fallen in front of a student organization that was meeting outside today. Seriously there were like 40-50 students,who saw me basically rudely dodge, ditch, and run away from a guy in heels, with the wind blowing hair in my face and eat it.

So touche, creeper. You won this round, but just know this… creeping is NOT an art form. You just may be really good at it. Which is creepy….