I am a big fan of this subreddit spending a lot of time reading your stories and made an account to share my creepy encounter.
As a little backstory about myself, I am 5’1, petite girl. I am also Canadian (perhaps that isn’t really relevant), but I am trying to imply that I am friendly, and kind to almost everyone.
And I am naïve. Which can sometimes get me into trouble. This event being one of them.
It was a Friday night and I was enjoying a pint at my favorite pub, these nights are always busy and more often than not,
most of your pint ends up on the hardwood floors as shoulders bump into you as people pass.
Live bands play on Friday evenings, and the bar never charges a cover so it brings lots of people inside to enjoy the music.
My community is small and it’s unheard of not to run into at least a handful of people you know there, so I was happy to be amoungst faces I recognized.
It was the summer, the stage area was stuffy and hot, and I remember I had been wearing my hair up in a messy bun to keep it from sticking to the back of my neck.
I was leaning up against the doorway that would take you to the stage area, there were too many people packed like sardines in front of the stage,
and I wasn’t at all interested in that so I kept a safe distance away where I could still see the band.
I was most likely a little drunk, and perhaps a little stoned so I was completely engrossed in the band and not paying any attention at all to the people that surrounded me.
Taking a sip of my pint, I felt something wet and warm slide UP the back of my neck.
There was no possible way I could have ever mistaken the feeling for anything else, it was someone’s tongue. I spun around so quickly to see who assaulted me with saliva.
It was a tall, lanky man from my past, let’s call him G.
G and I grew up in a small town and eventually made our way to the “big” city as we transitioned into adults.
As I mentioned before, it’s a small city and I would sometimes see him downtown wandering or skateboarding and I almost always stopped to say hello, it would be rude not to,
even though he gave me a really uncomfortable vibe almost every time I was in his presence.
He told me on numerous occasions that he was struggling with mental issues (schizophrenia) and though I tried to be sympathetic of that,
it made me always feel like I needed to walk on eggshells with him. He always had a wild look in his eyes and he frightened me.
These feelings were unfounded as he never really ever gave me a reason to be frightened. He was always overbearingly friendly and I tried to reciprocate.
We had a history, growing up and hanging out with the same kids when we were younger.
However, a couple of summers before the licking he showed up to a party he wasn’t invited to, after finding the event on my Facebook page.
I was embarrassed and upset because he made such a fool of himself that night, but I forgave him and brushed it off my shoulders. No harm done.
So here he is looming over me, his icy wild blue eyes staring and he has a grin stretched across his face.
The band is still playing at this point and he says something, but it’s so loud I don’t hear.
He’s also at least a foot and a half taller than me, so make a gesture with my hand that I didn’t hear him. He leaned down to my level, pressing his mouth against my ear while shouting:
“I JUST WANTED TO KNOW WHAT YOU TASTED LIKE.”
This turns me into a bumbling idiot and I can tell my cheeks are hot and I feel uncomfortable not knowing how to respond to something so ridiculous.
I cannot believe his audacity and I made up an excuse about needing to use the bathroom and lose myself in the rest of the pub patrons hoping I don’t run into him again.
And I don’t.
I ran into him just before Christmas, he was looking spindly and was missing a front tooth.
I couldn’t help but feel sad for him, and I told him hello but kept an incredibly safe distance from him when I did.