Creepy and by Creepy I mean HIGHLY Attractive

Ok. Richelle honestly wrote a better story than I did (or will) though you may have to go back a couple of days to find it because it happened about a week ago (I told you I was behind on this thing...)

Well here is the story. A story of a poor old man who turned into more....

Lets get a good look at this young... i mean old... fellow.

How about a closer one... (though pictures won't EVER do his creepiness justice)


and here is a short story. So Richelle, Emilie, Christine and I went to the Canon store to get some ish. This fellow followed us in. We didn't really think about it... because there are a lot of strange fellows here. However we were in the store for quite a while, and the whole time this man was just staring intently at us (I am not making this up... even the canon employees noticed and reccomended that we get some gentlemen friends.) Though I guess the staring wasn't enough to get his message across. He had a bag full of paper, and furiously would try writing us notes. (Especially to Emilie) it was mostly about the usual stuff... bombing, murder, and something about the devil closing his mouth so he couldn't speak... nothing too out of the ordinary. He even asked (well wrote down) for Emilie to go in private with him (not sure why... though we think it might of been for a nice cup of coffee and a smoke since his teeth and beard were stained a beautiful yellow). The rest of us were jealous that this man kept giving Emilie so much intention (dangerous or not... it was attention from a man and we were in sore need of some) so we called some men to take us out. Security men count right? Well this old man who was infatuated with us was so disappointed that a couple of hunks (strong and intimidating are a few more adjectives that come to mind) came to pick us up that he followed us out of the store and continued to follow us with his puppy dog eyes (who's to say that the puppy dog wasn't a vicious german shepherd?) wishing that we would of gone with him to his humble cave/basement/dungeon. Though I might of gone with him... if I knew a brownie pastry would be waiting for me. (the security guys wouldn't stop for us.)

Richelle and I practicing being scared, and by scared I mean really attracted to this old man.

I am a pro at kick-boxing... it might of been as a form of defense against the old man... just in case he rejected the batting of my eyes.

Richelle prepared to swing if the man got too fresh... or not fresh enough.

Our knights in shining armour... I think we being the damsels in distress?