One Less Creep in Washington's Square

Have you noticed it's a rectangle?

A square is a rectangle but not every rectangle is a square.

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I chased a creepy man out of his perch tonight. On the outer walking ring, there are a few open circular patios. 

I did about five laps. I smelled the same cigar being smoked from the same male mouth every time I passed.

That's a really long time to smoke a cigar. Something told me that he was just staring at all of you in the dark. 

So on my last time around, I decided I was gonna get rid of him.

I went and sat down on a bench at the circular patio. And I spent the next fifteen minutes making him uncomfortable until he left.

I know how to make a boy uncomfortable. I do the opposite of what I do to you.

When I want a man to move from my vicinity, I simply think about how I could kill him. And although I don't ever have those weapons of yore with me, I pretend I do in my mind and they get the message. 

Also, there's the important element of aiming my stare. 

My stare is incredibly powerful. But I can't be overt in my removal methods. I can't be directly confrontational with my enemy. I have to ease up to it.

I have to make him gradually more uncomfortable until he just can't take it and leaves. If I go right at him and challenge him to get the f*** out, then it could be a fight which I'd win but which I'd lose overall for the fuss.

So that's what I did. I concentrated on making him leave and gradually, with my body language, made him more and more uneasy.

It's sort of like melting an ice sculpture snowman with a hot spray of steam. I aim my stare at the periphery of his bubble. His personal bubble, the area around where he is. I aim my stare around it. Not directly at him. But in his general vicinity, and I keep aimimg it closer to him proper.

So I looked at his feet. I looked past him. Past his face. To his left and to his right. And then when I knew he wasn't looking at me, I looked directly at him.

Then I smoked at him. I smoked and coughed and didn't blow it at him but blew the coughs at him, sort of. All very subtle. Nothing he could point to and say that I was deliberately trying to bother him even though he was being bothered by everything I was doing.

He kept spitting. This is a male habit to try to control the area around them. If they spit, they think it's like their territory. But it isn't. 

He kept spitting more and more, and I kept ignoring it. I think he thought it would bother me. But it didn't. Or maybe he wasn't thinking that consciously it was just a programmed misogynist habit. 

Either way, it wasn't his territory for long.

He left. I held the position.

I tried to chase him out of the entire park, but I couldn't find him when he entered the arch area.

End of report.