Creepy Jonathan, Part 2

Fast forward a couple years...

I walk into Astronomy class. This was to fulfill a scince with a lab requirement. That semester I decided that I was going to get my gigolo on and meet more girls than I have any other semester.

Then in walks Jonathan.

He plants it right next to me and commences his yap. I was busy pretending to be listening to him while I surveyed the females in the class. There was a tall, thin, brunette with big Bambi-like broen eyes in the back sitting with a shorter, voluptuous, sexy looking girl. The taller one was named Anastasia, which might be one of the most beautiful names ever.

I turned to Jonathan, "That one with the big eyes is mine."

"That's fine with me," Said Jonathan, "I like her friend."

Deal. So over the next couple weeks Jonathan and I start laying down the groundwork with these girls: helping them out with the labs, homework, studying, etc. Then Jonathan got out of them where and when they go for lunch before class. So he asked me to go with him and meet up with them. Essentially I was his wingman at this point.

I remember the day when he really let his creepiness out in front of the girls. Yapping incessantly, he starts putting them down. "I'm sure you girls have no taste in music," he said. "I like groups with musical value like Oingo Boigo. Remember them? They did the song from Weird Science." I was sitting there quietly reading a book, as I had an exam in a music class coming up, my brain is swimming with the fact that this guy probably just shot down any chances we had with these girls.

I excused myself to go to my class, and thanked the ladies for a delightful lunch, and left.

They decided to head over to the New Science Building for the Astronomy class sometime afterward. The girls excused themselves to ehad to the bathroom together as girls always seem to do. So Jonathan stood outside the bathroom door like a sentry on guard duty. The girls immediately went into gossip mode:

"This guy is creepy. Why is he putting us down?" said Vita.
"I dunno. I like his quiet friend better," said Anastasia.
"How do we get rid of this guy?" asked Vita.
"Wait him out. Maybe He'll leave if we're in here too long," responded Anastasia.
And they waited.
and waited
and waited
After more than 30 minutes the girls give up and go out. Jonathan still at his creepy post joined them and commenced his unintelligable chatter.

The seeds were planted.

Something ends up happening after that and on a dreary rainy day Jonathan got Vita by herself and asks her if she will be his girlfriend. Flat out. Just like that. To which she lied, "I already have a boyfriend." Steamed he storms off. Then after class he gets the bright idea to follow Anastasia. She was heading off for the express bus that went from Queens College over to the Queens Center Mall. The rain was pretty hard and steady. Anastasia had her umbrella and was walking at a good pace. Jonathan caught up and commenced his yap. He was getting wet because he had no protection fromt eh weather. In his evil, devious mind he saw this as an opportunity to make a move.

"May I share your umbrella with you?" he asks.
"Uhhhh, okay," she says leaning the umbrella out a little more so he will have soem cover.

He leans right in and tries to get his arm around her. Seeing this move, she slips away from his grasp and strides a little faster to the bus stop. Not catching the hint of her lack of interest, he gets onto the bus with her. He talks her head off for the entire ride. They get off the bus and had to wait for another one. His dull chatter was driving her crazy, so she said she was going to hop a train instead. He followed.

It takes two trains to get to Woodside, where she lived, from Queens Center. And he followed the whole time. She asked several times, "Where are you going?" to which he would always respond, "Don't worry, I'm heading this way."

So the 7 Train reaches 52nd Street and Anastasia gets up to get off the train when Jonathan got up to follow him. "Where are you going?" she demanded.
"With you to your home," he responded.
"No you're not. You're getting on the train going in theother direction and going home. You have the wrong idea," she scolded him.
Without a word, defeated, he collapsed into the seat on the train. She watched him heading off on the Manhattan bound #7 wondering what he could possibly be thinking to attempt such a thing.

That was the last time they spoke.