Creepy guy in a gas station - he approached the wrong person

I'm the opposite of a damsel in distress - in fact I'm often called "sir" because of my hair/bikini line and tats. <br><br>I have a lot of experience with creeps because I'm not easily intimidated and will not back down. <br><br>I've had my fair share of stand-offs - for instance, the time I was approached at a urinal in a public restroom and told how to pee - and I've learned to keep my composure when faced with an oddball. <br><br>This story doesn't end in anything super crazy. It's more about how the creep realized he'd be overmatched - but the look on his face is forever burned onto my brain. <br><br>(*edit: There are a few typos here, and it's too late to edit, but I'm sure you can figure out what I mean*)<br><br><br>I'm a retail worker. I smoke (I know, it's bad). When it's busy, I tend to puff at the gas station next to my work. It's like a minute and a half drive, and I can get perhaps two hits in before rejoining the fray. <br><br>That's what I was doing when a man approached me. Even from inside the building, I could kind of make out what he was saying:<br><br>"Hey good-lookin', whatcha doin' later in the day?"<br><br>I'm kinda removed from the building and I can't quite hear, so I smile politely and say:<br><br>"Huh?"<br><br>He raises his voice. "I said hey good-lookin', whatcha doin' later in the day?" <br><br>I kind of shrug:<br><br>"I work in the store over there"<br><br>"Well, maybe I'll come in there and see you"<br><br>(*edit: I'm really wishy-washy when I'm not trying to be mean because I was brought up in a traditional way where rudeness is a cardinal sin. However, I would've never intentionally encouraged this guy. My messages are just very non-committal*) <br><br>I go back to work, and he walks behind me. When I go inside, he goes inside. But he doesn't go to the counter, he turns around and comes back out. Every time I puff my vape, he comes out, and I politely speak to him. <br><br>The final time, he approaches twice. The first time, he leaves after I start talking. The second time, he approaches and I just start staring at him. Seeing his face from my vantage point is kind of fun:<br><br>\-<br><br>Anyways. <br><br>I've got a few tats. A lot of them are skulls and roses, and some are words/phrases in English, German, French, Spanish, Russian, and Japanese. I've got colorful hair, and I am tanned. I have perhaps 100 piercings, mostly on my ears, and my face structure is pretty angular. <br><br>I'm in a black shirt, black shorts, and I've got a silver goth choker that is shaped like a sword. I also have black boots and black eyeliner. I'm smoking a black vape and I perhaps look like a goth or a witch. There's not much about my appearance that would suggest I'm in retail. <br><br>I stare at him. When he notices, he stutters through his words and runs away. I remember the phrase because it's stuck with me:<br><br>"I-I-I-I mean, uh, you look good... I-I like... roses... and stuff... and your ears... I-I like all kinds of earrings, but I-I think I'll just, uh, go home now" <br><br>He stammers off. <br><br>I think he was expecting a quiet gas station worker, not the goth from pulp fiction - and in that moment, I feel pride and power. <br><br>I smoke the last of my vape and cross the street, knowing he's watching.