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It's Jugjit!

Woo!

I'm working my late shift tonight, and he came in to say hello before going to Anime Society (snigger). How thoughtful. He was also in a terribly risque mood; effortlessly switching back and forth between normal conversation, reminiscences of days spent side by side on the counter, and avowels of admiration for my smiling, irrepressible wit.

I'm also a very lucky girl. He's coming back later in the week to lend me another Gamecube game. One which I will like. Unfortunately, I wasn't paying him enough attention to catch what the game was called. He'd also like to arrange an evening in the pub at some point; "just friends, n'that".

"Hmmm," I said, into my monitor, "We'll see."

Whilst my feelings towards Jugjit range from pity, to good-natured humour, to pious rage, he has taught me something about myself tonight. That being that however much I try to supress it, I am a woman. And I like being told that I have a nice smile.

Mmmmm. Derren Brown. On my telly box. Mmmmmmm.

How scary is it that a group of perfectly sensible people will sit in a room and listen to a man tell them to rub their legs and think of themselves as confident, independent, risk-taking people, and then go and stick a gun in a man's face and run away with all his money?

Very scary.

Personally, I was most offended by the idea that a woman would do it. Women are meant to be nice and caring. Not gun-toting and sociopathic. Maybe it was just because she was the first one to do it though. The shock factor wore off after a couple of runs at it. It was amusing to watch people hysterically legging it down the street and getting body slammed and rugby tackled by a big burly film crew.

I still don't understand how Derren Brown gets girlfriends. I wouldn't take my subconscious anywhere near him, personally.    

I just realised I've been very lax in keeping everyone up to date with my wannabe stalker boy.

He started work at the Computer Centre last week. It means that he's in closer proximity to me for more of the time. Bit creepy. Apparently he 'popped in' to see 'everyone' on Monday last week when I was away tending to my injured boyfriend. For just such an emergency there's now an informal agreement at work that if he comes in or phones then I am 'shelving'. And may be gone for some hours.

Then a couple of days later I was walking home along University Road and this little voice suddenly pipes up behind me 'Going home then?'. Shudder. He walked me into town. All the way down New Walk I was trying to think up some reason for me to dash off in the opposite direction, or hide in a bush, or stand in the middle of the road with a bag over my head until he'd gone. But he eventually went his own way. The conversation was slightly strained though. I was trying to keep on the subject of the wedding. At one point he made a comment about how I should have a get-out plan. Then he started on about how he didn't really like his new work because of the over-abundance of men, and how he felt like he needed a certain level of female companionship.

The next day I made a point of wandering up with Sally to Entrance 1 before walking back down University Road, in the hopes that he would already have left work. I was just coming up to Entrance 2 when I saw him walking down the road. So I stopped back for a few seconds waiting for him to get a head start, then followed him up the road a couple of hundred yards behind him, trying to be inconspicuous and stick to the hedges every time he turned round. What really creeped me out was that he didn't walk the way I was expecting him to (i.e the way he had told me he usually walks), but instead went the way we had gone the day before, down New Walk. Ewww, creepy! That wasn't a pleasant walk home.    

This week he's finally bullied a group of people to go out to the pub for a belated leaving do. He emailed me yesterday to tell me that he was hoping I was going to attend. I told him very politely that, unfortunately, I would be off juggling so no, I wouldn't be there. Then, a matter of seconds after I pressed send, I got a reply from him saying 'How about lunch with me some time then?'

Haven't replied to that one yet. Don't quite know how. I think I'm just going to pretend that I never saw it. Feigning ignorance is always the best way to go about dealing with these situations.   

Apparently he came into the libary on Friday evening, after not having shown his face for several weeks. He's got himself a new job at the Computer Centre which means that he'll be in closer proximity to me. Hmmmm. He allegedly tried to act off-hand and nonchalant before asking 'Clare not here?'. To which Sally responded 'No, she's gone away for the weekend with her fiance!'. Little cracker, that she is.

Unbelievably though, his reply was 'Yeah, she says she's getting married in September...' Little shit. He might as well have just called me a whore. I'm quite looking forward to seeing him now. I am officially past caring about his feelings. No more softly-softly for me. I'm just going to beat him up instead. I don't think anyone would particularly mind, either. Everyone I've talked to seems to think the situation is, on the whole, seriously creepy.

In other news: I just booked myself a doctor's appointment for next Tuesday. I shall beat this ankle into submission if it's the last thing I do.

At work again today cause I swapped my Friday shift so that we could go down to Bungay a day earlier. And guess who's here?

Yey! Jugjit! Who has apparently come in to do a few extra hours. I think it's all quite innocent because apparently he's done at least one other Sunday shift this month. But still. He's known I was covering today for about three weeks and hasn't mentioned that he'll be around. Hmmmmm.

One of his first comments when he turned up was an apology for the phone call on Friday. Not apologising for phoning, just apologising for having to hang up to go serve someone. But he's been relatively normal today. A couple of dubious comments but nothing too alarming.

If I suddenly stop posting, you'll know that he's had his wicked way with me and has left me in a ditch somewhere. Or, more likely, tied up in his cellar, equipped with Game Cube controller.

I'm sat at work. And I just got a phone call from Jugjit, who is at the minute doing his shift down at the Clinical Library. He just phoned to say 'hi'. But he had to go because he had someone to serve. So he'll phone back 'soon'.

Slightly scared.

I've shown everyone at work my 'date in a box' and they're all creeped out by it. It was probably quite harsh of me to tell everyone, but I feel justified. In that he's the freak for hitting on a girl he knows to be engaged. Moral standards anyone?

So I'm waiting for him to phone and ask me what I thought of the present. And then I'll deliver my crushing blow to his ego and tell him that he smells and that I would never even conceive of getting funky with him. And then I'll laugh malevolently down the phone as he whimpers.

I also realised today that I think of him as a boy, rather than a man. Which doesn't really help him in his efforts to win me over.

Very scared now.

There's a lad who I work with called Jugjit. And he's a really nice bloke, and into gaming and stuff, but just recently he's been slightly too eagar. And today he came into the library (on his day off) for apparently no other reason than to hand me over this little box thing that just said 'Open me!'.

So I opened it. And inside was this date (as in the fruit) sat on this little cushion of tissue paper. The inside of the box said 'Enjoy this date. Then enjoy a real one at...blah blah blah...the UK's most fun dating site.'

And now I dunno whether he's being forthright and showing interest, or whether he just thought it was funny, cause he disappeared really quickly after I opened the box (which leads me to think that it wasn't just something he thought was funny...unless, of course, he was just in a rush to get somewhere). He knows I'm engaged as well.

And then immediately after that, this lad came up to the desk. And he's also really quite eager. He's remembered my name from when I once casually mentioned it to him several months ago. He started commenting on the fact that I must spend all my time in the library, and that I should go out and have fun, and do I ever go out to clubs...blah blah blah. Having skillfully navigated round the questions in a professional yet friendly manner, I realised that he'd come to the desk to pick up Ed's thesis. Which is cool :) But I happened to mention that Ed was my friend and that started him up again with the personal questions and stuff.

So my questions are:
1. How do you tell when a boy likes you?
2. How do you tell him you're not interested without making him cry or get really awkward around you?