A young man comes charging up behind me near the steps to the metro exit, with a great big smile splashed across his boyish face. He's probably in his early- to mid-twenties, button down shirt, pressed slacks. Average height/weight, brown hair, reasonably good looking.
Him: Excuse me, Mademoiselle, do you mind...?
Me: ::: turning around cautiously :::
Him: I just wanted to say... this is sort of weird... (gets a little awkard)... um... I just wanted to say that I find you really beautiful. (sheepishly smiles and sort of giggles)
Me: Oh... that's nice. (internal voice: what a little dorkie-pie!) Thanks. (continue climbing up metro steps)
Him: Yeah. I just wanted you to know.
Me: Thanks. (rounding the corner and heading out the doors, internal voice: Wow, and he didn't take it a step further! So he really DID only want me to know that. Hey! He's nice! Sweetie little dorkie pie!)
Him: (Comes busting out the doors behind me)
Me: (Turns around in shock)
Him: And? And? I'm a shoe-shiner. I wanted to know if I could shine your shoes?
Me: Shine my shoes?
Him: Yes! Yes! I'll do it for free! Free shoe-shining!
Me: Um. No.
Him: Please? I'd really like to...
Me: I'm going home.
Tell me that's as creepy as I think it is.
Even creepier is that I was madly looking for shoe polish yesterday to polish my boots -- something I have only done ONCE in my entire LIFE. (Obviously, I didn't find any)
He clearly has a foot fetish.
wasn't creepy until he revealed that he was a show-shiner and that he wanted to shine your shoes.