Lately, I've been dealing with this dude in my business law class. 

We were working in a group together to give a class presentation.  We all got along, the presentation was decent, whatever. 

But then, one night, he was walking ahead of me after class, and I saw him pause at the top of the stairs to the building.  He began walking again once I caught up.  I smiled politely as he walked next to me. 

It was silent.  I had to think of something to ask him about himself ... but what?  I already knew more than enough details about my group members. 

I asked a question that I regretted as soon as it escaped my mouth. 

"Sooo ... what are you doing tonight?"
"Why?"
"I dunno.  Just wondering."
"But you must have some reason for asking that particular question."
"Umm, no.  No reason.  I was just curious."  This was sounding worse and worse.  Nothing I was saying was making this better.

So, he told me about being president of his homeowners' association, and when we got to the  parking garage exit, I explained that I was out in the Waffle House parking lot. 
"Where is your car?"  I asked.
"Back there."  He pointed a few rows back.  He had walked passed his car to walk with me.
"Well, see you next class."
"Well, hey, did you want to go get a drink or something?"
"Oh, no thanks.  I'm too tired."
"Because in my class last semester, my group members and I would go out for drinks all the time."
"You know, not tonight."  Another slip up.  Implying that another night would be better.  Giving him reason to ask me again later.
"Ok, good night."

Don't get me wrong, he is not a terrible guy.  But I am not attracted to him.  And he is one of those types who likes to brag. 

We were discussing contracts in our group.  We all had to think of a contract to bring to class next time. 
"I've got the contract for my car ... one of my cars anyway ..."

Bleh.

After the next class, I groaned internally when I saw him waiting at the end of the aisle of seats for me.  I stalled for a moment and then walked out via the other end of the aisle, chatting with a student who sits a couple seats down from me. 

He spotted me walking up the other aisle and ran to hold the door out of the classroom for me, as I was talking to the other student.  He also ran ahead to open the door out of the building for me, as I was still talking to the other student.  The other student went to another building and he assumed the vacated place by my side. 

I asked where he was parked as soon as we walked into the parking garage. 
"Over there.  But I'll walk you to your car."
"Oh, that's ok.  I'm fine,"  I said.
He waved his hand at me.  "I'll walk you to your car."
"Really, I'm fine.  I'm all the way out at the Waffle House parking lot again," I said, trying to stay friendly through his persistence, but I do not hide anoyance well.

He walked with me to the parking garage exit again and asked me for my number.  Of course, I gave him the number.  What other choice did I have?  I had a whole semester to deal with this.

Next class, when I saw him at the end of the aisle again after class, I felt I couldn't take another night of his stories and fake smiling.  I turned desperately to the guy next to me.

"That guy in our group asked me out last week."
"Did he?  I was wondering if something was going on between you two ..."
"You did?  I don't know what to do.  He insists on walking me to my car!"
He glanced down the aisle and whispered, "He's waiting for you right now!"
"I know!  Help!"
"I have to talk to the professor.  Maybe you just need to tell him you're not interested."
I groaned.  "Ok ..."  Who ever really does that?  It's impossible.

"It's your fault," he called, as I walked to the end of the aisle.  "If you weren't so damn pretty ..."