Today I went on a wonderful 21 mile bike ride. The sun was shining, the scenery was beautiful, and there was a lovely ocean breeze. Some people would probably cringe at the very thought of such an activity, but I thought it would be the perfect way for me to spend my one day off this week.
Initially I planned to do a 20 mile bike ride. I mapped out my route, and set out. Along the way I encountered a couple of people who waved or politely said hi, but nothing too bad. I was pretty thrilled that I was being left alone for the majority of the ride. At the half way point I decided to take a detour to the beach. I like to go there to just sit and think... and clear my mind.
I stopped at the beach, and the scenery was so beautiful I decided to take a photo. So there I was, taking a picture, when some creeper said hi to me. I ignored him, and proceeded to take another picture. For some reason this idiot felt that my ignoring him was an invitation to sit in front of me with his guitar and attempt to talk to me. It wasn't. When he sat down, he asked me how my bike was. I said "it's good," and rode off.
My beautiful beach moment was ruined by a creeper! So here, creeper. Here is a note I have composed from the bottom of my heart. I hope you enjoy it!
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Dear Creeper,
Why would you even attempt to confront a woman who is by herself? I was clearly ignoring you / not even acknowledging your existence. Do you think I want to be hit on by stupid creepers? NO, I don't! Do us both a favor, and prevent yourself from seeming like a rapist, don't approach females when they are alone in a semi-secluded area. Hell, don't approach them at all if they look like they want to be left alone. It's not like I was sitting there looking around for someone to talk to. I was still on my bike, taking a picture!
Sincerely,
Me
P.s. I'm not impressed by the fact that you can play the guitar. I can play the guitar, piano, and violin. You actually sucked at playing the guitar.
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