As may be apparent to those who have been reading this blog, I've become quite the regular at St Paul's Cathedral services, especially on Sundays. One of the offshoots of being a regular is that you come to recognise the other regulars.
Most of them are quite normal; mainly elderly men who have retired and decide to indulge their interest in choral music or re-explore their faith because they've suddenly got a surplus of time and, hey, why not? Then there are the chorister parents, some of whom I already know, and the other choral music fans, most of which are young professionals like me. Finally, there are the weirdos.
Thankfully there aren't too many of these but, when you've got nearly two dozen angelic looking boys singing in a choir, there're bound to be some men (and women) who come to services for the wrong reasons. I remember when I was working at St Paul's, Clive and I used to take note of these people and keep a close eye on them. Now I get to keep an eye on them from the other side of things, whilst also worrying that I might be perceived as one of them :).
Anyway, to get back to the title of this post, one of the regulars has decided we're friends and taken to asking me out to lunch every Sunday. This man is older (I'd say he's in his 50s) and a bit strange - he reminds me of Santa Claus in appearance, and you just get the feeling that he's not quite all there in the head. He's nice enough, but it's getting more and more difficult to come up with polite excuses not to go to lunch with him, especially as he's begun inviting me to other things as well (like a concert next week).
Anyone have any ideas?
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Oy. Creepy. Sadly I have no suggestions for dealing with that kind of behaviour unless it progresses just enough that you can tell him in no uncertain terms to leave you the heck alone. If you do it enough times, surely he'll take the hint? Then again, he's not all there...
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