The yucky old perverty guy at the convenience store grossed me out. I looked waaayyyy away.
The hot guy at the gym scared me because I knew looking back would invite an affair. He got the hint and never stared again.
Sandra Bernhardt on Greenwich Street in Manhattan... It was fun to stare right back because I'm not into women, never would go there, but it was fun getting attention from a celebrity. Because I would never go there made the stare less meaningful so I was able to entertain it. Woooo-She stared right into me the whole time she walked by. Dead serious. After a couple of seconds, it took some guts to keep my stare back at her.
The bitchy friend of an old boyfriend who stared at me to intimidate me... I was chicken and looked away and pretended she wasn't there.
