Recently, I was chased by a 50-year-old old man at work.

No joke, no fantasy, not making up stories, it’s really fucking abstract.
This has been bothering me for over a month, so bored I just want to share and have a laugh.
Nowadays, there are way too many terrorists and confident ordinary old men in society.

One Friday night, I was playing mahjong with HD friends when I received a call at 21:30.
He claimed to be my colleague (when I heard this, I was scared—I thought my work monitoring or something was exposed and I was about to be reported), but he stammered and mumbled some nonsense. When I asked what he meant, he said he wanted to get to know me better and hoped to add me as a friend. After he finished speaking, I hung up.
I didn’t add him, I was eager to continue playing mahjong.
Plus, I was bored and thought, whatever, I didn’t realize he was looking for that kind of understanding. I had no impression of this person.
Then, the next day, at the same time—yes, 21:30—he called me again.
He said he wanted to get to know me through a friend. I said okay, since he’s a colleague and I didn’t want things to get too awkward.

And then:

“Hello, can I have a limited answering opportunity (only if you answer correctly can you continue), let me guess two, if I guess wrong, today’s conversation ends, okay? (smiley)”
“Based on some rough reasoning, I guess you are from the following province XXX XXX XXX.”
“Oh, I didn’t expect to guess right, so do I still have a chance to ask more questions? (smiley)”
“Wrong direction... Thanks for participating in the survey, your temperament has been formed~”
All I replied was, “Hmm, thank you, haha.”
All together, no more than 10 words.

“I’ve been in your hometown briefly before, and I can tell the local accent a bit, totally unlike you. After listening for a while, I got dizzy, so I made a directional mistake—you’re just too special.”
“Hello, you haven’t said much today, is it because you want to quietly be a beautiful woman after work, or is it because you’re still recovering from a cold?”
“You’re getting more and more interesting. Are you really a magical fairy? The magic cloak needs to be put on the ground now and then to recharge, and your recently dyed hair color looks very magical (smiley).”
...
And so on.
I didn’t reply at all.
I don’t even know this person is already 50 years old.

That day, a colleague told me gossiping, “You know, XXX is already 50.”
My heart was a thousand...
Couldn’t help but complain to my friend... and even told my mom (potentially wanting to tell her I’m quitting, but was rejected).

Then, he kept appearing near me, staring at me with a creepy smile, occasionally walking to my office side and saying, “Your outfit looks really good today, where did you get it?”
Fucking annoying. It’s like needles all over my body.

I’ve tallied up—since that call, I haven’t earned a single cent, and I’ve been losing money playing mahjong.
Fuck your mom.
Someone save me.