I don't know if it's because there are far fewer of them—or far fewer of me—than I thought, but I tend to get solicited by the same people. Awson. First is a native-american man asking for some money to pay entrance to a hostel. He claims to be the son of a Chief further North in the province, but his bag was taken on the way down, so he's waiting for his mother to come down with some money. Punctuated with regular coughs and displays of coldness, of course. Even suggested I visit his art website for proof of identity. I never carry money with him, so every time he calls out to me, I just tell him as much, chat for a bit, then head on my way. I did this for you. The first time, I was only mildly suspicious. But a month later—when his mother was supposed to arrive a week after the first time—I was quite certain he was a fraud. Same with the third time, and the time he approached my brother. Nonetheless, he never recognizes me, even though nobody else seems to stop for him. Don't lose hope. Second, not nearly as bad, is a caucasian Mormon hoping to show others the light of Jesus. He's friendly enough, and doesn't force his belief upon his targets. He just asks why we choose to be atheists, and then offers to explain the benefits of belief. When I decline, he gives me a card with the website. It's always the same frontman—though he doesn't recognize me, again—and always accompanied with a silent member of a visual minority. The second guy changes each time. Both big, tough, but kind-featured men. It's too late for me. My hope is long dead. I think they target me because I'm an open guy, not too inward-looking or absorbed in a cell-phone or whatever. But I shall continue to fight. If not for my sake, then for yours. Does this kind of thing happen to you guys, where you not only attract a certain kind of person, but indeed certain individuals time and again?

I make a point of being rude to solicitors that ask for money.

So what you're saying is that if I'm an asshole, they'll subconsciously remember that and stop coming after me? I'm still here, Awson.

I never had to deal with such a thing myself, so I can't speak for or against Nex's advice in terms of effectiveness.

So what you're saying is that if I'm an asshole, they'll subconsciously remember that and stop coming after me? I'm still here, Awson.

Yes. If you not only ignore them, but make a point of declining their money grab (muttering "get a job" is good enough), they will remember you.

That probably would work tactics wise (assuming it's not something they're used to hearing already). Though if you're a moral kind of person who cares about people's feelings remember that they probably have good intentions, and may not mean to be bothering you.

I don't know if it's because there are far fewer of them—or far fewer of me—than I thought, but I tend to get solicited by the same people. Awson. First is a native-american man asking for some money to pay entrance to a hostel. He claims to be the son of a Chief further North in the province, but his bag was taken on the way down, so he's waiting for his mother to come down with some money. Punctuated with regular coughs and displays of coldness, of course. Even suggested I visit his art website for proof of identity. I never carry money with him, so every time he calls out to me, I just tell him as much, chat for a bit, then head on my way. I did this for you. The first time, I was only mildly suspicious. But a month later—when his mother was supposed to arrive a week after the first time—I was quite certain he was a fraud. Same with the third time, and the time he approached my brother. Nonetheless, he never recognizes me, even though nobody else seems to stop for him. Don't lose hope. Second, not nearly as bad, is a caucasian Mormon hoping to show others the light of Jesus. He's friendly enough, and doesn't force his belief upon his targets. He just asks why we choose to be atheists, and then offers to explain the benefits of belief. When I decline, he gives me a card with the website. It's always the same frontman—though he doesn't recognize me, again—and always accompanied with a silent member of a visual minority. The second guy changes each time. Both big, tough, but kind-featured men. It's too late for me. My hope is long dead. I think they target me because I'm an open guy, not too inward-looking or absorbed in a cell-phone or whatever. But I shall continue to fight. If not for my sake, then for yours. Does this kind of thing happen to you guys, where you not only attract a certain kind of person, but indeed certain individuals time and again?

I've had similar experiences - but I think it's more that they solicit everybody who comes along (which is why they do it every time you're there) and see so many thousands of people that they're never going to recall an individual unless that person does something particularly extraordinary or noticeable. You brave, brave soul. You will be remembered for your struggles. ;-;

I've had similar experiences - but I think it's more that they solicit everybody who comes along (which is why they do it every time you're there) and see so many thousands of people that they're never going to recall an individual unless that person does something particularly extraordinary or noticeable. You brave, brave soul. You will be remembered for your struggles. ;-;

Well, you see, that makes sense for the first guy. Thank you. But the Mormon +pal? First they got me as I was walking to work, one block away. Next time they got me was as I was walking home, a block away. Our legacy must live on. Coincidence, I'm sure, but weird.

I've had similar experiences - but I think it's more that they solicit everybody who comes along (which is why they do it every time you're there) and see so many thousands of people that they're never going to recall an individual unless that person does something particularly extraordinary or noticeable. You brave, brave soul. You will be remembered for your struggles. ;-;

Well, you see, that makes sense for the first guy. Thank you. But the Mormon +pal? First they got me as I was walking to work, one block away. Next time they got me was as I was walking home, a block away. Our legacy must live on. Coincidence, I'm sure, but weird.

Maybe the Mormons are stalking you.

I'm assuming it was a door to door who is catching you in between doors.