The man who asked me out in a public restroom

My mom and stepdad took me on a quick trip back home over Halloween weekend – I hadn't been home since my mom and dad split a few months ago. <br><br>I was still pretty raw with it all, so I did my best to keep busy by doing a lot of errands on the fly. It was about 10am, and I was in a hurry to get a spot of a hair cut by a specific hairstylist. <br><br>Rushing out of my house, I started to feel a bit ill. It was getting hot, and I ate something that didn't agree with me. I prayed it would pass, but it did not. It only got worse as I drove, with sweat starting to roll down my brow. <br><br>I still made it to the salon, only to be told by the receptionist that I wouldn't be able to see the right person until they were done with the person they were currently cutting. She said it would be about 15 – 20 minutes. Ehh, okay, no big deal. She motioned towards the waiting area, where I did my best to sit through the sweat and cramping. <br><br>I made it there for about five minutes before I excused myself to run to the bathroom. I did my best to throw it up quietly – this was an expensive salon, and I was the only one there currently. <br><br>I flushed the toilet and stepped out of the stall only to find myself face to face with a tall – *very* tall – man. He had a football player build and red hair. He was smiling brightly and seemed not to be fazed that I had just been puking my guts up. <br><br>He greeted me, and I shyly greeted him back. He noted that I seemed sick and offered to buy me a water. I greedily accepted it – I felt better after throwing up, but still felt a little sick. <br><br>He reached in his pocket and pulled out some cash, then asked me to run it to the vending machine for him. He gave me exact instructions on which one was the best, and I did what he said. <br><br>He asked me a few questions about my hair, and it was clear he was chatting me up. He made his move by telling me that I was cute, and I did my best to brush it off. I told him that I was busy and didn't have time for that. He offered to give me his number, and I did my best to decline it as politely as possible. <br><br>He then said it was fine, and asked me to remind him of my name. I was so taken aback, I didn't have time to do anything – not even lie. I gave him my full name, and asked for his name in return. He told me his name, which I won't repeat, and then said it was nice to meet me. He then turned and left. <br><br>I decided to wait it out in the car, as I didn't want to potentially run into him again. I meditated and decided, hey – it's fine. I'll never see him again. <br><br>I end up getting a call at 1pm that afternoon from a number I didn't recognize. I picked it up, and asked who it was. The voice on the other side sounded a lot like the man from earlier – tall – red-haired man. He said that it was him – that he had Googled my name and found my number. He then proceeded to tell me that he was in a high position at a local Finical company – that he owned the hair salon, and that he had been so impressed by me earlier he decided to pull some strings to get my name. <br><br>I was – and still am – horrified. I tried my best to make a nice excuse to hang up – but when I did, he called back, several times. When I wouldn't pick up, he started text me. <br><br>He told me that he hoped I was feeling better, and asked me if I had anywhere fun to go for Halloween. I told him that we had plans, and he asked me where. I was – and still am – mortified, so I did my best to deflect his questions. <br><br>He offered to buy me dinner, on several different occasions, and I kept doing my best to decline. Finally, he said that his day was busy, but he hoped we could talk tonight. I said good, and hung up. <br><br>I blocked the number, and haven't heard from him since. <br><br><br>Let's not meet, tall, red-haired man.<br><br><br><br>Edit: I didn't mention the hair stylist or her name, but he was not her.