@Diest TKO,
Diest TKO wrote:
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That's seriously creepy... that you checked out his junk.
So he was arrested? Then what? Charged with indecent exposer? I'd have crawled over the seats and never crossed into his firing range. Creepy creep creep.
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Well, when I looked into his eyes, and saw nothing there, I wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible.
I think crawling over the seat would have put me off balance, and he could have grabbed me, looked up my shorts, whatever. Going the other way would have meant going off into the dark, he could have followed.
I wasn't checking out his junk so much as keeping an eye on it while I did the cross over. It's amazing what you see and retain in 1/2 a second. Believe me, I was lightning fast. This little 2 step with my hand held, palms out, in front of my chest, in a classic girly "ewwwwwww" move.
I was scared he would reach out for me, but more mad at the thought he could have been sitting next to a little girl.
What happened? You'll be disappointed, but at least I was honest.
I ran into the lobby, where bf was standing up by the cashier, talking. I was like "PSSSTTTTT, PSSSSSST"! as I didn't want to have this guy run past me and run out.
He came over and I remember my exact words "There's some guy jerking off in there, sitting next to me!"
We go in but of course he's not sitting there any more. bf looked around, but we both figured he ran out one of the exit doors.
I decided to sit and watch the rest of the film, closer to other people.
After a few minutes Master Bates comes walking up the aisle toward the main lobby. I followed him and when he went he the lobby, I'm all "THAT'S HIM, THAT'S HIM!!!"
He didn,t or pretended he didn't speak any English (cuban) so acted like he didn't know what bf was saying/asking him. He pulled this stub of paper out of his pocket, showing it to bf, like pretending he was being asked for proof he had a ticket. BF, obviously mad...said "that's not even one of our tickets! Don't you realize you were jerking off in front of my GF"
Uh....he all of a sudden understood that much English, and clammed up.
The police come, yada yada, and after taking the report the officer said really seriously if I was 100% sure it was that man, and could not have been someone else who was in there. Did I remember his clothes as being the same, etc.
I thought about it long and hard. I knew it was him. I knew it. But, I could not honestly say in the brief encounter, I could tell you what he was wearing, anything identifying in the dark theater, except that he was a cuban man, short, dark hair....maybe a few other generalities that wouldn't mean a thing.
So, he got kicked out, and I guess I learned to look at the shirt and shoes of someone masturbating in next to me.
He was creepy, I wasn't.