This is from October, when I was doing a local outdoor market (it's closed for the winter now.) This middle-aged* man comes up to my booth, but he doesn't even glance at my merchandise, he's looking right at me. So I sort of already have a clue where this encounter is going.
Creeper: That's a lovely shirt you're wearing.
Creeper: Seriously, it's just gorgeous. I just could hug you, it's such a lovely shirt.
Me: Uh... okay... (Thank heaven I'm behind a table and he can't get at me!)
Creeper: That's just a beautiful shirt, I'd love to have one.
Me: Well, I bought it from the booth right there. *Gesture at the shirt booth across from me*
Creeper: Really? It's such a great shirt, you look so good in it, do you think I'd look good in it?
Me: Uh... I guess.
Creeper then goes and buys the shirt, which I'll admit had me baffled. Was he not hitting on me, and just genuinely liked the shirt that much? Creeper comes back over to my table. He's holding the shirt in his right hand. He holds out his left hand. He seems to want to shake hands, but with his left, not his right.
Creeper: Thanks! This is such a great shirt!
Me: *Takes his hand and shakes it*
Creeper: *Looks down at my left hand rather intently.* That's a nice ring, are you married?
Me: Yes I am. (Suddenly realizing why he contrived to have his right hand full of shirt.
Creeper: Okay thanks goodbye!
And he RAN off down the street, leaving me behind going
*I'm 32, but I've been routinely told that I look like I'm around 20. Runs in the family, I had a number of people ask about my older sister, only to find that they'd seen my mother, and thought she was only a year or two older than then-teenaged me. Anyhow, his age makes it just that much more creepy of him.