Intrusion

2:00 a.m., sitting in a crowded dinner. Glancing up from my menu I find myself the focus of a man’s attention. I glance away, and back again, still he stares. I pull my menu up higher, blocking my face from his view. Wanting him to stop, focus on the people with him, the lady next to him that is clearly his wife. My friend slides into the booth across from me. I whisper that the creepy man is staring at me. Well, you do look good. I want to scream, I don’t want to look good for him. I want to be left alone.