Looking for the Finish line

My Dad took me and my sister ice skating last week which was really fun except for the creepy old dude that was hitting on me. I haven't been ice skating since like...2002 so it's been awhile and obviously I'm not gonna be skating that well which is fine, except there was this old dude that insisted on trying to help me...now I'm not a snob and I actually like the attention (i'm being honest) but I have never felt more uncomfortable. He called me pretty, which is nice, but I don't need to be told 4 or 5 times...nor do I want to hold old dude's hand. Anyway, after awhile of being polite finally I got off the ice and sat in the bleachers with my Dad which didn't notice what was going on cause he was reading a newspaper. So I told him what went on and he insisted that "old dude" was being nice and just trying to help me out...but I insisted otherwise. My sister joined us and started whining about being by herself (she's 11, and yes we are 15 years appart in age) so I went back out there for her...and what do you know, old dude starting commenting on my butt...very smooth, so I waved to my Dad and old dude was like "do you know that gentleman", and I was like "yah that's my Dad" and so he looked back at my Dad and then my sister says, "whoa, why is Dad giving the death stare...?", so creepy old dude left me alone for the remainder of the time.

Yes creepy old dude was really nice...but I definately got a creepy feeling and was really uncomfortable...seriously, next time I'm MAKING my Dad skate with us...

It was a compliment to my ego though, as unsettling as it was.

~§heena~