not just another anime blog
You know how you sometimes with ease can spot an otaku in a large crowd? I’m not one of those; I’m not obese, nor do I ever wear Evangelion t-shirts. Yet the other day I was somehow singled out. It’s not that I’m ashamed of anything, what bothers me is that for someone to know, they really need to have good ninja stalking skills.
I was riding the bus home from school, nothing unusual about that. As I’m about to get up and leave for the exit, crazy ninja stalker girl does the same thing. I give her the “ladies first” gesture, not because I consider myself a gentleman but because I rather not have my back turned to a woman. It’s partly for safety reasons but also because you can’t stare at said woman’s behind if you’re not behind her (i.e in stalking position).
After taking a few steps, crazy ninja stalking girl suddenly stops with an eerie smile on her face. I could’ve sworn that her hair covered her eyes just like it does in anime right before someone goes batshit insane. I figured it was karma getting back at me for staring at her cute butt, and for the record, had I died, I’d regret nothing.
I casually walked by as I mentally prepared myself for getting stabbed to death. I saw her open her mouth… waited a few seconds… no pain. It turned out she wanted to know if I was into anime and manga. She showed me a volume of Love Hina and told me how much she loved the series. God must be pulling me leg, that is the only rational explanation.
I never asked her how she knew. I never read manga in public. I do occasionally play wacky jappy games on the DS or PSP but those occurrences are rare and far in between. I prefer being the stalker, not the stalkee.
Help me, Internet! What should I do?
[ ] Put it in
[ ] Bail out
[ ] Put it in and bail out
A reader sent me this, rapists beware.
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