Many of us encounter creeps in our daily lives. Sometimes, we are unlucky enough to meet up with them more than we'd like to. As if once isn't enough! There's a particular Hollywood creep who really makes my skin crawl. If you ever go to art openings or screenings--particularly if they are FREE--you've probably encountered him too. And the skeezy old dude most likely handed you (or tried to hand you) a slip of paper with a phone number to call for info about a party. Yeah, right. Whatever.
My friend T and I are frequently at the same social events. Upon returning to i am 8-bit the other night after drinks with the fabulous Will and lovely Nina, I ran into T. We were chatting when Party Creep approached. I don't think I mentioned his lack of social skills, but that will become very apparent in a moment here. I can't remember if there was an opening to the conversation that occurred like this:
Party Creep (to T): So, are you Mexican or something?
T: I'm Indian.
P.C.: Oh. Hey, do you know any cute Indian girls?
T: Um...no...um...not right now.
P.C. (without even a pause): Is that even your real hair?
T (clearly trying to stifle a laugh): Yeah.
I don't know what, if anything, happened after this point. The whole thing was so absurd! Consider yourself warned. If you are at a Hollywood event with me, beware the Party Creep because he'll most likely be there too.
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Eww ... there is always one. I wonder if there is a place where hosts hire a "Party Creep" ... lol!
Aaah! That is most certainly creepy.
One time at a party I was talking to a friend and some girl just plowed into him, appologized, and then pretended to know him. REAL smmoth. People are idiots sometimes.
What the?!?!? EW!
i hope he doesn't meet us at the cpk in a few weeks!
Ah, yes, the creep. There's always one somewhere.
A friend of mine is convinced she is a creep/weirdo magnet. I have to agree.
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