Don't creep me out

Tonight there were three extremely important errands to take care of. First I got Lucy a bag of food and replaced my microwave. Then I had to find something for dinner. So there I was, standing at the quick checkout at the grocery store with my arms full of salad stuff and a bottle of wine.

And the skinny man in the suit in front of me turned all the way around and just stared. He didn't just stare, he leered at me with this crooked grin. Not a word, just the stare. He should have been paying attention to his groceries so he could leave faster. It made me want to put on a coat even though it wasn't cold. It made me want pick up my things a second time and move to another checkout.

So I stared at my bottle of wine and willed it open. Or knocked over his head.

Most girls are used to getting some stares. A lot of men (and women too) see something they like and show their appreciation by keeping their eyes on you just a little too long. They're a bit more respectful about it. And that's okay. I do it too. 

Then every once in a while, there's the one that creeps you out. The guys that make you wonder what they have hidden in their closet.

So what's a girl to do?  I've never been comfortable doing anything but ignoring it. But now that I've found my inner bitch and also demand respect, I need to deal with the creepy stares better.

What do you do? Do you say something? Walk away? Ignore it?

Love to the single girls,

Addison