"I just had to stop you." He says. "I saw you walking in the mall and I felt like you had this artistic energy so I had to stop and talk to you. Are you artistic?"
I was a little taken off guard and had to think for a second about what he was saying. I get in the zone with my headphones on and I didn't expect anyone to stop me.
"Um no I'm not really artistic." I tell him.
"Oh are you sure, because I just got this feeling that you were and you know I'm artistic so I can sense when someone else is and you seem like you'd be interesting to talk to."
I can tell he's trying to think of ways to keep the conversation going.
"Thank you but really I'm not very artistic." I tell him.
The way the conversation goes next is very odd and I can tell that he's saying what he thinks will keep me talking.
"Do you have any hobbies? You know things you like to do outside of work?" He asks.
"I blog." I say.
"Oh well I write! I like to write poetry and short stories, I could tell you were artistic." He says.
"Yea, it's not really like that...I don't write poetry or short stories really." I tell him.
At this point I'm trying to think of a way out of this conversation without being too rude. In general I try to be nice to people but I'm getting really annoyed here. I feel like this guy is trying some Pick Up Artist crap and I'm not in the mood.
He then starts bombarding me with questions. Where did I go to school, did I grow up around here where do I live now? I tell him I'm sorry but I really have errands to run and I have to pick up a prescription. His next question:
"I'm not telling you that, that's personal!" He can tell I'm annoyed.
"Oh I mean you seem in a rush to get it." He says trying to back track.
"Yes, I want to get it and finish my errands so I have to go." I tell him.
"Well maybe I could get your number and we could text?" He asks with his phone in his hand.
"I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend."
"Oh no, I mean we could just meetup for coffee and talk. You just seem interesting"
"I'm sorry I don't give my number to strangers. Have a good day." I say and walk away as quickly as possible.
Very strange encounter. It's a work in progress, bringing out my inner bitch. I can be too nice sometimes but I'm getting better at being more vocal when I'm uncomfortable. Even if I was single I would not be giving that guy my number.