A thrilling experience in the swimming pool

I never imagined a scene from a movie would happen to me, but tonight I had a romantic encounter...
For some reason, it was unusually quiet here tonight. Just past 9 o'clock, the huge pool was empty except for me and one other person. During a break after a few laps, I secretly glanced over there. A man nearing thirty was also resting at the edge of the pool, about a lane away from me. He took off his goggles and smiled at me. At first, I was a little suspicious, wondering if he had mistaken me for someone else or something, but I quickly realized he was genuinely trying to convey some kind of message. A
sudden surge of a sense of accomplishment, a mixture of nonchalance and smug pride, welled up inside me—someone had their eye on me! It's unbelievable; I always thought women wore goggles and caps when swimming, hiding their eyes and hair, all wrapped up like pig heads, but this... I couldn't help but gratefully return the smile. However, I immediately felt embarrassed. How could I do that? So I put my goggles back on and continued swimming, keeping a close eye on his movements.
Unexpectedly, he boldly approached a lane and followed me like a shadow. What's worse, he swam faster than me, always catching up, and wielded the freestyle stroke I could never seem to master. I felt instantly disgusted. When I reached the edge of the pool again, I simply got out and stopped swimming, quickly showering and getting dressed, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
Outside, the evening breeze was refreshing and pleasant. The dress I wore tonight was youthful and cute, aiming for a girlish innocence. It was still about fifteen minutes before my dad was supposed to pick me up, so I decided to walk to the parking lot to wait for him.
As I walked, I suddenly had a strange sixth sense—that man was following me! Although I didn't remember him making any footsteps or even the rustling of his clothes, I was still certain of it.
In the dim light, I could see a short, stocky man in a white tank top and white shorts, carrying a white plastic bag. He was completely invisible in the water; his body was shaped like a short, rectangular prism, his face rough, his features indistinct. Before my mind could process this visual information, he already looked surprised, as if he had been waiting for me for a long time. In just a second, before I could get a good look at him, he spoke first—"I'll take you home"—how direct! I sighed at the blatantness of his intentions.
This was a genuine, blatantly poorly executed pickup attempt. Hesitatingly, the man had already taken a few steps to surround me, walking alongside me, and, in his supposedly cautious and gentlemanly manner, maintaining a distance of about a meter…
Although I was already dismissive of rumors about such incidents and considered myself capable of handling these situations, I had only one pathetic, incomplete real-world experience (oddly enough, that was also while swimming!). It was a dark and windy night, and the dimly lit path was deserted... But I felt no panic, fear, or helplessness. Instead, I lamented that even the wisest can make a mistake, and I couldn't even utter a single brilliant line at this crucial moment. Clearly, my usual fantasy training hadn't covered enough ground; I hadn't anticipated that someone in this day and age would use such a naive method...
So I could only say, "Don't even think about it! I'm still in school!"
He said, "I know! Just making ordinary friends! Oh, you're so cute and beautiful..." I couldn't hide my emotions, and ignoring his rambling, I couldn't help but burst out laughing, my catchphrases tumbling out—"It's so real..."
He made a hasty defense, saying, "It really is! Oh, I'm just too straightforward... Oh, you really are so cute and beautiful..."
I didn't even have time to feel secretly pleased; I just found it funny. So I reluctantly replied with a thank you. All the way, I didn't look at him directly. I was afraid his expression would make me lose my composure and burst out laughing again.
Then we reached the parking lot. Before the appointed time, my father was nowhere to be seen. The place was fairly bright and spacious, facing the restaurant entrance, with security guards standing at a distance; I figured he wouldn't dare to do anything reckless. Then, suddenly, as if he'd been planning
this for a long time, he said, "Why don't you come chat in my car for a bit? That's my car..." I quickly changed my mind, "No need. My dad'll be there soon." After a few exchanges, I had no chance. He seemed a little embarrassed, only saying "Okay then," and then walked towards his car. Only then did I look in the direction he'd been pointing and recognize it as a black Santana.
How ridiculous! This middle-aged man surnamed Chen, wearing a vest and white shorts, with his short, stocky build, his attire, demeanor, tone, and methods, all seemed clumsy, as if from the last century. Although he appeared polite and well-mannered, the black Santana made him even more ironically resemble a lowly chauffeur using a government vehicle for personal pleasure.
As the car slowly drove past me, he deliberately stopped and leaned out to reiterate that he would come every other day, hoping to see me again. Then he waved goodbye and drove away reluctantly.
I stood there stunned for a moment, wanting to laugh out loud but feeling I should be more serious. I'm not the kind of girl who gets carried away by praise or flirtation; I should be intelligent enough to judge right from wrong and make the right response. But today, I held back. I should have righteously condemned his lecherous nature and even angrily and justly confronted him, instead of politely rejecting him. However, my style has always been gentle and magnanimous, lacking decisiveness, kind yet cowardly, and indecisive. Continuing like this, I'll never achieve great things. Besides, if a handsome young man or a mature and charming older brother were in this role, I might not be able to remain unmoved…
And those who received my report immediately reacted differently. My dad, who arrived late, found it quite amusing after hearing my vivid retelling of the story; my mom reacted more strongly, saying it was too dangerous to let me go swimming alone, and next time the whole family would have to come as a safety escort. My boyfriend was extremely worried, of course; my best friend, however, was extremely excited about the experience of being "met, approached, and complimented on my cuteness and beauty"; while my buddy acted relieved and asked if the guy couldn't see clearly while swimming without his goggles, exclaiming that someone finally wanted me, and even swore he'd lend me his water self-defense equipment…
Isn't this another bit of fun in life…? And the "next day" he mentioned was exactly the Saturday night I was going swimming. There would be more people then, and with my parents coming, I wouldn't be in any danger at all, and I'd actually find it boring… Actually, unless he resorts to coercive violence, no excuse should be able to fool me.
I don't know what exactly it was, but I was excitedly looking forward to it…

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