For a while now a guy keeps on waiting for me on the bus stop. The thing is that he is a “special” guy. I don’t know what to do. I know he doesn’t mean to be creepy or anything, he’s simply trying to be nice and wants new people to talk to. I keep thinking he’s hitting on me, and I don’t know what to do.
I hadn’t seen him the last couple of days. I figured he had stopped looking for me and moved on to someone else. Today, however, I saw him at the admission’s office and he walked me to the bus stop. He was apologizing for not seeing me for a couple of days and he seemed really concerned; he didn’t want me to be mad at him. I told him it was ok and not to worry about it. He kept trying to see what day we should hang out, but seeing that my schedule is always all over the place, I told him that I really had no time to hang out. He started telling me that he could tell that I’m overworking myself and that next marking period I should take it down a notch. He started telling me how much he liked me and how he didn’t understand why I was so nice to him. I was at a lost for words and simply smiled. What do you say to that? For some reason that made him think of poetry and he started to tell me how much he loved it and how it was easy for him to make one up on the spot. To prove his point, he began to make up a poem about me in the spot. I don’t quite remember what the words were, but the gist of the poem was that trough my eyes he could see sadness, how much I work, how nice I was to him, and how we would never be more than friends.
The thing is that I have respect for this kid. I like to think about him as a little innocent kid that is just trying to live his life peacefully and doesn’t realize how harsh the world can be. I like the fact that he is bravely persistent and doesn’t give up. Like he said, he’s just looking to hang out with more people who are nice to him.
This makes me feel really guilty because I know that if I really wanted to hang out with the kid I would. To be honest, I think the reason I don’t want to make the time to hang out with him is because I don’t think I would be a good influence on him; it may not be true, but that’s the way I feel.
My point is that I don’t know what to do about this, or even what to think about this.
