By that I mean, there seems to be something about me that tells stranger-than-average people (particularly on public transport) that they must come interact with me and make me feel uncomfortable. When you combine this with my accident proneness, absent mindedness, and curse you can see why I've got some issues!
Allow me to give you a couple of examples...
When I was 16 or 17, we went to see Shakira at our local shopping centre. The place was completely packed with people. One advantage of being 'the short one', was that my friends let me stand in front of them. During this time, I had long hair that was out, and my friend was occasionally stroking it. I thought it was a bit oddly affectionate, but didn't think much of it until later when she said to me:
Friend: "I can't believe you let that man pat your hair the whole time!"
Me: "I thought that was you?!"
Friend: "No why would I do that? He kept turning to me and telling me how pretty it was and patting it".
(It also was not really worth going anyway. Shakira sang like half a song, and someone threw a cement bag at her so she disappeared).
Another time, walking from the train station to uni, a man came up to me and asked me what the time was. I said I didn't know, but instead of walking away to find someone else to ask, he just kept walking with me. He kept asking me questions, but I was (I thought) not really answering and trying to make it clear I was uncomfortable. When I crossed the road, I thought he'd get the picture and stop following me, but alas, he came too. This is when he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said yes, to which he answered "ME?!" and tried to hold me hand and put his arm around me. I gave out a little shriek of no and moved away from him and started walking extremely quickly towards uni. He stopped just outside the gate and I ran away. Funnily enough, I was speaking to a uni friend about this and the exact same person (we think) did the same thing to her. She also has the same first name as me. Weird.
There also seems to be something about me that makes strangers think they should tell me overly personal details about themselves. For example at a school party, I guy I'd never met before decided to confess to me that he was the one who had thrown a rock and killed a duck in the school pond (it had been announced in assembly and everyone was wondering who it was because nobody stepped forward). He was quite upset, and we talked about how perhaps he should become a vet to make up for it. He then thought this was an 'in' to start hitting on me. No dice, duck killer.
At least one good thing to come out of these situations for me is lessons in assertiveness. I'm quite shy and try to be very polite, but I've definitely learned there are just times where you have to tell people to get the hell away from you.
Before I go, I will share one other person to be drawn to my loony beacon. I met this guy who told me I had beefy arms, dressed up like The Shadow one time for no reason, regularly tries to engage strangers in random conversation and - oops no wait that's Husband...