Lucky Stone

Where I live, I just expect to meet crazies and creepers. It's just what happens in the TL and it is something I have come to anticipate upon leaving my apartment. And pretty much my whole life (at least from the time I started going out to bars, but most likely before that...) if I went out somewhere and there was a creepy guy in a bar - he would find me. I'm a nice person so I don't act rude or mean to these men and they think they stand a chance and the night usually ends with me planning an escape route. But because I am faced with crazy everyday now, I tend to forget that there are creepers outside the TL. Most of the people I have met out while here have been so great. They are friendly and welcoming. They hear I am new and introduce me to everyone they know and invite me to do fun random things. So last night, I went to a going away party/bar crawl with a guy I met a few weeks ago who did just that, introduced me to everyone he knows before he moves to Seattle. We ended up at a karaoke bar and I was sitting at a table behind the group. Along rolls the creeper (usually they are older and creepy, this guy was young but well on his way to be the creepy old man someday). The conversation went like this:
Creeper: Where are you from?
Me: San Diego
Creeper: What brings you here?
Me: School.
Creeper: This is awkward...
Me: Why?
Creeper: Because I feel really uncomfortable talking to you because you're in school and I didn't go to school.
Me: School isn't for everyone.
Creeper: I make a lot of money though and work underground.
Me: Cool.
Creeper: Guess how old I am.
Me: 24
Creeper: Wow, good guess. I'm 23. How old are you?
Me: Ummm...27.
Creeper: You're 7?
Me: Yes. 
Then the bar closed and we all walked outside and I sort of hid myself in the mix of the group. But we get outside and he finds me. Our second conversation:
Creeper: Have you ever traveled outside the US?
Me: Yeah, I went to Spain and some other parts of Europe, Costa, Chile.
Creeper: Did you go to Ireland?
Me: No, but I definitely want to some day.
Creeper: Oh, well I went and I got this stone and it's my lucky stone. I carry it everyday. I want you to have it.
Me: Are you sure?
Creeper: Yeah, just promise you'll take care of it.
Me: I promise.
Creeper: K. Good.
It's actually a pretty cool stone, so one of two things is happening this morning. Either he has a collection of stones and that's his line. Or he was blackout drunk, didn't know what he was doing and is now frantically searching for his lucky stone from Ireland which he wont find cause it is currently in my possession.
He proceeded to follow us to get food and tell me I look like someone he knows and while he was in line we left to go home for the night.
So that was neat.
Also, I failed to mention in previous posts that there is a man who chills on the corner and yells everyday at me: I WANT THAT DOG. and I yell back: I KNOW.
Kbyeee.