One clear Sunday in spring I decided to go for a walk in my home town.  It was the first warm day of spring, flowers were starting to come up, and the grass was turning green.  As I was admiring my neighbor’s flowerbed, a skinny fellow about my height walked quickly past me.  He had long, stringy blonde hair and he was wearing a dirty jean jacket.  He had the brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen, although there was a crazy glare to them.  He gawked at me and I didn’t think much of it, just another weirdo on the planet.  I continued on my walk until I came to the Husky Gas Bar, a convenience store and a gas station.  I went in and browsed amongst the magazines and newspapers until I spotted a Biker magazine.  Laughing, I flipped through the pages at the pictures of the girls posed provocatively on massive bikes.  

      As I was flipping through the magazine, I heard a “psst” from one of the aisles behind me and I looked around.  The dirty jean jacket that I had passed on the street not twenty minutes before was crouched in the other aisle, except this time his penis was hanging out of his pants.  He whispered loudly ‘do you wanna get fucked?’ as he fondled himself. 

‘Go fuck yourself, ya pervert,’ I yelled back.  Other customers in the store looked at me at the same time the man zipped up his pants and ran out the store.   I explained what had happened as we watched him run across the parking lot.  We all shook our heads and I returned home.  Thinking more about it as I got home, I decided to report the event to the police and I thought that was the end of that.      

     Two months later, I was at the library reading a book to my daughter when who should again get my attention.  I heard a ‘psst’ and when I looked up he was looking right at me with his crazy blue eyes, dangling his erect penis at me from behind the book shelf.  He was sitting in a chair in the aisle.  I quickly turned my back to him and kept reading to my daughter.  The next time I turned around, he was gone.  I got up to look for him and spotted him sitting in a corner reading a book.  I said wait a minute to my daughter, who didn’t know what was going on, and walked over to him.  I smiled, and in a friendly, unthreatening tone of voice I asked him what his name was.  He was surprised to see me, and I noticed his hands were shaking.   ‘Jim,’ he said.  ‘Nice to meet you, Jim,’ I said, then went and sat down again.   In order to avoid any suspicion on his part I continued to read to my daughter, all the while sneaking looks at him and smiling.