He’s not outside anymore.
We don’t have a campus police, and I won’t call the real police, unless the door bell rings again.
I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with this kind of thing in this town. The freaking police school is almost visible from my house! Not an insurance that a cop student will be ready to save me, but the nerve!
I don’t think I could have gone somewhere public before I went home. Not a lot of people out there, and I thought it would be better if I went home (while checking behind me of course).
Man, I really wish I had made some friends on campus. But I think I’m safe, at least going to school tomorrow, when several other students might come. I really hope he’s not stupid enough to try anything.
Second thought, I hope he’s brain damaged and attacks in broad daylight, in public.
I feel stupid. He asked for my last name. He lead the conversation onto living arrangements. It’s so sickening that he seems to be a pro. We talk and talked. He was a high school “teacher”, studying to be able to take teach higher grades, and we agreed on everything, and after he found out that I was a librarian he talk about books and the future of libraries. He asked me at first if I was studying teaching…
I took a break from writing this post and called the police, and now I’m back. No girls have been attacked by a similar man in a similar way, but I left details. I hope it ends here.