Creepy the Creepy Creepster

I dislike creepy people. A man grabbed me today, told me he belonged to Alcoholics Anonymous, and then followed me into the library. The conversation went something like this:
Him: "Let me take you out for coffee."
Me: "No thank you."
Him: "Then let me give you my phone number, and I'll take you out later."
Me: "But I probably won't call you."
Him: "Why not?"
Me: "I don't like the telephone." (This is not a lie. I'm not a huge fan. I try not to lie.)
Him: "Well then I'll wait for you outside by the tree and I can take you out for coffee when you leave. I don't have anything I need to do today."
Me: "What a shame! Why not?" (bright sunny smile)
Him (stroking my face): "You have a nice smile"
(did I mention creepy? creepy.)
Me: "Thank you. I don't go out with people I don't know."
Him: "Then how will you get to know me?"
Me: "Well, I probably won't"
Him: "Don't you like making friends?"
Me: "I don't make friends with people I don't know."
Him: "You don't like making friends?"
Me: "Not to people I don't know."
Him: "Here." (he grabs a paper and writes down his number) "Don't throw it out. After all you never know."
Me: (raises eyebrows)
Him: "After all, you're not married yet."
Me: "No. Not yet."
Him: "Goodbye."
After he left I slunk down in a library chair and read my book and snuck squares of chocolate into my mouth from my bag. For ages, in case he decided to carry out his threat of waiting for me by the tree.
Less persistent than some, less easily dissuaded than others. In all respects, entirely distasteful.