OLD AND FRISK

So yesterday night, I (Tasha) was standing at the bus stop with my mom. There was an old man there that I have seen quite a few times around the city. He's known as "the crazy old man that's always on the bus".
Any who, as I was talking to my loving mother I hear the old yelling at me.


OLD: "Mummble mummble" (loudly)
ME: "Pardon sir?"
OLD: "What colour is your hair? is that red?"
ME: "Yes it's red"
OLD: (laughs kinda and looks at the person beside him)


So after feeling confused I got on the bus. 
My mom got off to go home and I stayed on to go to the store.
Went to the store...
Ran to the bus stop...
Got on bus to go home...
I sat at the front of the bus with my headphones on listening to music.
I heard some sort of yelling and paused my music and turned around.
Sure enough it was the crazy old man yelling something and pointing at me.


ME: "Pardon?"
OLD: "HEY RED!! We meet again..are you stalking me or am I stalking you?"
ME: "You're stalking me" (smiled and turned back around)


Then he comes and sits right beside me...YUP!! and then I'm cornered.


All I remember is him talking about:
- His drunk friend
- His drug addicted 66yr old son
- Him being 83
- Him not liking people saying f*ck and him quoting "make like and bird and flock off"
- Him touching my knee and saying "oh strong, see how I'm touching your knee?..thats all I'd do I wouldn't go any farther"
- He was also saying something about "robbing the cradle"
- Then he touched my hand and was stroking it and saying "Oh soft yes your prob thinking my hands are soft. See how I'm touching your hand..thats all I'd do I wouldn't go any further then that"
- So to make a long story short he said something about me thinking that I prob thought his blue eyes were beautiful. He whips his head toward the ceiling so the lights would hit his "beautiful blue eyes"
I told him that I had to get off (got off a stop early) he said okay and said "We will see each other again"
He then got off at the same stop that I did...so I walked home reeeaaalllllyyy fast.
I pray to someone that he won't remember me if I ever see him again.
I'm a survivor that was molested by the crazy old bus man.