"Of course we communicate! Now can we not talk about it?"

So here's an update from Saturday's drama. El Creepo came in to drop off a book. Then he asked to check out something, even though I'd already told him he wasn't in our library system. I tried to encourage him to go to a different library, where he was in the system, but no go. He insisted on registering here, claiming, "I'll probably be stopping in here more often." And he doesn't live anywhere near here.

He was also trying to make me feel bad for him. I could tell he was one of those people who tries to play on others' sympathies, but I'm a cold-hearted bitch sometimes. Thank God. I wasn't having any of that. So then he started fishing for info about me, and I basically ignored attempts at conversation other than having to do with the library. I was so glad that just before he came in, a bunch of people came in. So at least I wasn't alone. Though I did catch him standing in the other doorway, staring at me.

He finally left, and I saw him drive away in his semi. I breathed a sigh of relief. Four other patrons finished their business and took off, leaving a mother and her four kids still in the library. Within 30 minutes, El Creepo was back. He'd turned his big ol' semi around and came back to the freaking library. He claimed he just wanted to return one other book, but I think he may have been checking to see if I was alone yet. *shudder* He really thought he was charming, too. He winked at me and said, "Thanks, April." I almost vomited.

So I was thoroughly creeped out and slightly alarmed. I called my boss, who promptly called the police. She came in so I wouldn't have to work the rest of my shift alone. The officer said he thought El Creepo was "just trying to flirt" with me. I don't flirt with people who have sexual assault charges on file (dismissed or not) and who have restraining orders against them. Anyway, Mr. Officer told me to call if the guy came back and I was uncomfortable.

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While I was working out yesterday, a man and woman came into Curves. I was highly annoyed because Curves is for women. Not for short men who are younger than me and keep sneaking glances at my fitness routine. I don't care that I knew you in high school. I don't care that our parents used to be friends back in the day and that I schooled you at Super Mario Bros. I don't care that we all spent a weekend camping and your friend kept talking about my boobs. (Actually, I do care about that part. That kid was an ass.) Any decent guy would politely pretend there wasn't a familiar girl in the room who was sweating and gyrating and deep-knee bending and jogging in place.

I did weigh myself for the first time since starting Curves, though, and I've already lost 4 pounds. Woohoo!!

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One more thing. I'm not going to do a weight loss blog. At least, I don't have any intentions at this point. But I couldn't help thinking up some blog titles just in case. Hope they make you laugh as much as they made me laugh.

*Diet Riot
*The Treadmill Less Traveled
*Lord of the Diet: One Diet to Rule Them All
*Fat and the Furious