Kind of.

The universe has decided it's my week to be harassed and creeped on. That's really the only explanation I can come up with.

I was driving downtown today on my way to a farmer's market. I'm at a stoplight and I notice this guy next to me is staring at me. He starts yelling things out of his window like "Hey sexy" and "Hey beautiful." When the light turns green, he paces my car and is swerving because he still has his head out of the fucking window staring at me and yelling at me.

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I pull into the gas station to try and get rid of him, but he made a sharp right turn from the left lane , almost causing an accident, and pulls behind me. An exit to the highway is right next to the gas station, so I pull out of the gas station and onto the highway. I notice that he's behind me and he speeds the hell up and paces my car and is swerving and pacing and staring at me. So I got off at the closest exit and I ended up losing him while looking for some place to pull into to get help.

I wish I would've gotten his license plate number. I was scared and shaking and wasn't thinking properly because I was trying to get away from him. I just know what his car looked like, but I'm sure there are plenty of old grey buicks in the area.

Is it a full moon or something? What is going on? I'm safe now at my parent's house, but still pretty shaky.