TW/ Implied pedophilia 

So, a couple summers ago I was at a library. I had been reading in there for a while and decided to go outside for some air. It had been raining the night before, and when I sat down on one of the two benches, it was wet. So this 20-something year old dude with reddish hair and faded jeans calls to me about how the bench is wet, and I can sit with him if I want. I'm all like "why not" and shit so I walk to sit by him. He starts talking with me about pretty benign stuff, like what I was reading and if I like going to the library. He lights up a Marlboro and I am very, very tempted to ask for one, but I was trying to quit so I let it go. Then he starts asking how old I am, what year I'm in, and he's kind of staring at my (nonexistent) chest, which creeps me out. Then he TAKES OFF HIS SHIRT and starts showing off his tattoos (of which there are many) to me. I'm about to leave and he's all like "are you gonna be back tomorrow?" and I say no and fucking bolt down to the sidewalk home. To this day, I am convinced that if we would have met up a few more times, he would have had his way with me. 

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