This guy was thankfully mostly just more of a weird asshole than a borderline pedophile. Who knows though, his 'lady friend' probably has some creepy stories.This reminded me of two creepy security guards, not the 'creepiest' people ever but still creepy:
1) first one appeared in my life at the same time as my above story in my pre-teen/early teen emo kid days. The mall security would either go hard on us for lurking about and spooking old people or give us some leeway because the group I hung with wasn't really troublesome. Nobody did anything reckless or illegal so they usually made sure we were okay. There was one guard who had an iPhone (back when iPhone's were rare creatures) and would show us his music collection on iTunes, he was cool if a bit weird. There was a legit creepy guard, this guy who would stand and talk to us for hours. At the time, we thought because he was youngish that he wasn't creepy and also because the iPhone guard was so nice that he was, too. He'd give us hugs and high fives and even, and I'm shuddering just thinking about this, gave us sweets. He got sacked, no idea why to this day but rumours are that it was because he was on the Sex Offenders Register. I met him again when I was sixteen when he started working at my local supermarket and he'd always talk to me when I entered the store and spoke to me about how 'cute' I was when I was 12. So fucking weird.
2) next one is a guy who was a security guard at the first mall I worked in. He was this older guy - baldy, tattoos, built like a fucking house. Typical security guard. In this mall, the guards would come to look around 2-3 a day, which annoyed my crazy boss like nothing else as it messed up the headcount. He'd always end up staying in for a bit and talking to everyone. Turns out his lady knew my work besties aunt thus he took a liking to her anytime he was in he started flirting with my work bestie and started talking about how he went with prostitutes, etc. He invited her to his 'secret flat' one day and when she refused he said it was a joke. She was 17 at the time and he was at least 50.
Me and a friend had to work on a group writing project in English about a year after said creepy security guard got sacked. We inserted him and iPhone guard into our English story and made them a gay couple who were unable to be together because of a dictator who banned gay relationships. I have no idea what happened in this story beyond the fact someone in it cut their thoat because they couldn't be gay and someone else stole a bulldozer - but it's probably better than most fan fiction around today. Our English teacher loved it surprisingly and raved to my mother about how clever it was at parents evening, despite the fact I think we were just trying to be edgy.
Oh yeah defo, the age of consent here is 16 and I'm assuming he thought she was 18+ and not a Saturday girl in a shop but it is still mega creepy. Pretty sure there was tales of other girls in the mall being hit on by him as well - so freaky.This guy was thankfully mostly just more of a weird asshole than a borderline pedophile. Who knows though, his 'lady friend' probably has some creepy stories.
Looking at porn on company time and equipment is a bit exceptional. Beyond that he comes across as a guy who doesn't know how to appear confident, assertive etc. without being bossy, creepy and so on. Probably kind of an awkward fucktard without much talent for what helps you move through and take charge of social situations. Not really malevolent maybe, but doesn't have the right tools in his toolbox.I worked with a guy in a small office who was okay most of the time but I caught him looking at porn on his work computer three times. The manager really liked him and the company was in a bit of trouble financially at one point so I decided not to say anything, figuring the manager would fire me and keep him and I really needed the job at the time. Aside from that he never really did anything to bother me personally (aside from the time I was on the phone and he put a paper in front of me and whispered "Make me a copy of this. Now." and kept tapping the paper. He wasn't allowed to talk to me like that so I just laughed quietly and he walked away and I made it at my own convenience later.)
He told me about the time he did heroin in New York and almost fell out of a window, and talked about how 'awesome' it was. Sometimes when I was on calls he would put a cigarette in his nose and try to make me laugh (which usually worked.)
One day I'd just gone through a breakup and he asked me what was wrong and really listened to me talk about the whole thing and was surprisingly nice to me. After I finished telling the story he said, "You know what would make that guy really mad? Seeing you out on a date with me." The guy was around 30 years older than me and I'm still not sure if he really meant it or was just trying to make me feel better. We kept in touch shortly after I was fired and he offered to help me improve my photography (that was his job and my hobby) but much like asking me on the date it only happened once and was kind of ambiguous. We lost touch after that. A little creepy but he was just odd more than anything.
we had a guy come through (teaching hospital) who was aiming to work in funeral home industry. you can come to learn autopsy procedures at (this place) and I was involved in those classes. he was...off. (only about half of the people coming through are med students; the rest are looking to go into private industry/a family business being handed down/elected coroner positions etc)Oh my god. I understand the death industry has this weird culture of silence going on, but if you have stories about someone trying to find their formadehyde waifu, then you should definitely share with the class. Please don't deprive us of this
disturb the dead
She-pervs get handwaved and excused a lot in general.
That's a hell of a euphemism there my dude
If anyone can come up with something creepier than "necrophile obsessed with eye decomposition" then let's hear it, because otherwise this guy wins.
With regards to the pathologist, I have a theory that female sex creeps are more common than a lot of people realize, but they're just more cautious and better at hiding their obsessions, and are less likely to get caught. Sounds like corpsefucker lady just got unlucky. You have to admire the dedication, though--doesn't it take like eight years of school to become a pathologist?
That's my girlfriend.If we have talk about she pervs, I had a female schoolmate who was like me, an history sperg, especially for WWII.
We clicked on a lot of stuff, especially our interest in the secret polices.
The difference was that mine was standard the sperging, but she obviously had a wet on for the soviet polices, from the Cêka to the NKVD, to the KGB.
She bragged how her grandfather was an NKVD agent who after WWII purged and tortured lots of his fellow citizens (note - here the Soviets are seen pretty much like the Nazis, if not worse. Communist apology is illegal here.).
One day she turned up with photocopies of official documents of tortures/interrogatories a joint Gestapo/NKVD talk force made, with graphical details about the "physical persuasions".
By the way she was over them, I believe she even masturbated while reading them.
After the school, she wanted to become a policewoman.....