(12/12 / fin) I call back my mum for the walk home, who promptly asks me what I was wearing. It was a big ol' pair of sweatpants I stole from my dad ages ago and a big, wide t-shirt. P.S., I will write to the company who sent him, but this just sucks. That's all I have to say.
(11/n) He makes to leave and I STILL GIVE THIS FUCKER A TIP so that he won't get angry. Because well he now knows where I live, and don't we all just love this for me as a start in my new apartment. I was really enjoying moving there for a minute.
(10/n) He says he has to come back tomorrow for a final coat on like one part of the wall or maybe he can just send his colleague. I try as politely as possible to encourage sending the colleague, while thinking what work call I could schedule at that time so that I can be busy if he does come back.
(9/n) At that, he half-hugs me from behind, face right next to my ear like breathing into it, grabs my boob and says "wow, well I'm proud of you". I shake him off and like nervously go "ha" and then busy myself with cleaning something else. Thankfully, eventually everyting's tidied and he's done.
(8/n)...back onto the wall. (Context: I'd never taken those off a wall before, he showed me how to do that earlier and I was happy about learning it at the time). So I say no that's okay, now I know how to take them off I can also put them on.
(7/n)...say no to the kiss, if only by using the boyfriend-excuse. Asks to hold my hand instead and keeps saying I'm such a nice lady, pretty lady. I pull my hand away and go to wash the painting roll so that I can be busy. He finishes cleaning up and asks if he should put the light switch covers...
(6/n)...to make it clear that the interaction is ending now. He goes to show me the finished room, I say it's great, thank you very much (be friendly because who knows what will happen if he gets angry...) and he asks for a hug and a kiss as thanks. Pulls me in for a hug, but at least I manage to...
(5/n) Eventually I have my mum call me so I can go to the other room and have a good reason to not be interrupted and also give the impression that I'm not really alone. It works for some time, he finishes painting the room and leaves me be. When he's done I loudly say "I'll call you right back"...
(4/n) That's fine, I tell myself, ignoring my gut feeling. Some people are just like that, no worries. Right? Except it just gets more and more, every time he tells me anything he gets like centimeters from my face, + he starts to do that thing where a guy stands behind you to "show you how to do x"
(3/n) to ask for help (fine of course!) and to show me how things should be done (because there was a different wall I'd painted myself and he was dissatisfied with my paint job). Fine. Except he keeps stepping too close and touching my arm and elbow and taking my hand all the time.