parking lot pranks

okay, so i'm walking from the main office to my car about to drive to the dungeon. it's 11 p.m. it's balmy outside. i'm wearing sandals, jeans and a corduroy jacket (translation: not dressed like a ho. not that it would matter, anyhow).

i pass three security guards in the office on the way out. they wave me goodbye.

as i walk, i see that the car parked three cars before mine has a person sitting in it. i do a double take b/c i'm not used to seeing people sitting in the patches of parking lot shadow at my officeplace. this jackass takes that as an invitation to roll down his window and say, 'hey, you want some p*ssy?'

i thought, JIGGAWHAT? but i said, 'excuse me?'

and he held up his phone and said, 'what's your name?'

i walked faster.

i got in my car and barely had it in gear before i tried to knock down the gate on the way out. that shit creeped me out. so when i got to the maximum-security dungeon, i had them give me the number to the security at the main office. i called, told the person my story and left a number.

i have gotten three calls back.

the first to describe the guy -- didn't really see too much besides his race and haircut. i sort of guessed on age. i'm SO bad at this; i had no idea about the make of the car. just the color and that it was a sedan.

the second to describe me -- he was going back to the tape to find what happened.

the third to describe my car -- so he could try and piece together where this guy was parked.

so this leads me to believe one of three things:

1) the prospect of dungeon duty caused me to hallucinate
2) some jackhole was joking around and will now come after me when he gets some kind of reprimand. i'm sure he saw my license plate, and i'm almost positive there are only about 10 other people in this company who look anything like me. and none of them work these hours.
3) this crazy will now wait for me in the parking lot every night and do more ridiculous things to rattle me.
4) i overreacted and he really was saying 'hey, wanna do the Watusi?' and i'll be the one reprimanded.

i'm mostly afraid of scenario 3. and of course this has put me back into that hotbed of suspicion, from which i had just spent the last 4 months taking baby steps. i am clutching the pepper spray as we speak.

i'd like to take a moment to thank the man who made this possible: my high school boyfriend, whose can't-take-no-for-an-answer stalker ways have given me a paranoia that i will carry to my death like the stone around my neck that it is.

thanks, buddy.