Hmmm…L’amour?

So I am not writing this in vain but here’s une petite histoire…

I was leaving the house, and as I opened the door I happened to glance upwards and make eye contact with this guy walking on the other side of the street. He smiled, so I smiled, and we both went on our merry ways.  Nothing weird or anything really but I did think afterwards that not a lot of people smile at you in this city when you see them, so that was nice of him.

So I am on my way to Guillame’s school to pick him up and take him to his afternoon drawing class.  I am also rolling up (literally) with a bag of laundry that the mom wanted me to take to the Laundromat which was next door to the art building. 

So I am almost to the school (which is about a 12 minute walk from the house) and I hear this somewhat faint yell. At first I did not pay attention like any other homebred city girl, but since I can only pretend to be true blood, my country roots and curiosity got the best of me and I turned around.  To my surprise I see the dude from when I left hastily approaching me while trying to hide the fact that he is also sucking wind. 

Now this man is older – clearly 35+ from his receding and thinning hairline – looks to have Persian/Middle-eastern heritage with the dark hair, dark eyes, darker skin…not too tall – around my height, maybe slightly taller…not intimidating in the least…and from the evidence of his gasps, somewhat husky - doesn’t do much physical activity. Not exactly my knight in shining armor.

So I turn around and see him hurrying towards me, I’m thinking ok what did I drop and how far ago did I drop it? But he isn’t carrying anything. Hmmm…no time for any other explanations I have to put my invisible interpretation headphones on because he has finally caught up to me. He catches his breath while I stare blankly. Then he starts rattling off as I watch his tongue speed through the tracks of his mouth at 100mph….Something about he is an artist/drawer…this is some of his work – in which he hands me this:

Ok. This is kind of strange but thanks? As I am picking up on about every 30th word that comes spinning out of this train wreck…He is giving me this to color in…because he wants me to have it…this is what i should use to color it in…like this…blah blah…

All I can think of while he’s speaking is: Why is he giving me this? How long has he been following me / did he go out of his way just to give me this? Is he trying to hit on me in a very unorthodox way?What kind of crappy artwork is this? I hope he is not expecting any money from me. Am I reallllly ever going to color this in? If I do, what would I do with it after that? I wish I knew what he was saying. Is this like some sort of project like they have in dive restaurants where the patron’s kids color in the picture and they make a huge collage on the wall by the door, only I should leave this outside the front door (since he obviously knows what building I live in) so he can add it to his collection of rape victims? Lol. :/

I have no idea what facial expression was on my face during this mostly one-sided convo, but I tried to remain interested and like I knew what he was saying. Finally when he stops, I am sure to thank him and wish him a good day and hope that he leaves.  He does and I am left wondering what the hell just happened.

So I am looking at the piece of paper, stumped, and then turn it over.

How nice. Paul 0620382118.

Creeper.