Earlier, I was sitting on a bench, waiting for the shuttle from the parking lot, just minding my own business. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice this guy staring at me. First instinct was to inconspicuosly brush away anything that could possibly be on my face. Looked out the corner of my eye- he's still looking at me. Was he checking me out? It almost seemed like it. But my advice to the guy if I ever saw him again:

Steps on How Not To Impress Me

1. Don't stare at me and then look ahead when I catch you doing it.
2. Don't stare back again for a longer period of time,
3. Don't give me a sly little smile and turn your head to the side. and then....
4. Don't hock this major loogie and pretend it was as graceful as Sarah Hughes doing a triple lutz on the ice. It isn't.