"I am very attracted to you."

There is a Somalian cashier at Target named Hanand and he lives a couple blocks north of me and so every now and then, I'll give him a ride home from work. He just recently moved to Minneapolis and so his English is not the best. (Keep this in mind as I tell my story...) About a week ago, I gave him a ride home and he said to me, "Did Mohamud tell you I like you?" (Mohamud is a Target employee.) I guess that Mohamud told Hanand that he had told me that Hanand had a crush on me.
"Oh no, he never told me that."
I didn't really think much of it. I expected that if Mohamud had, then Hanand would have just told me it was a joke. But instead, Hanand broke out a few minutes later, "I like you sooo much. I am very attracted to you."
Fuck, what do I say..."Oh, that's uh...very flattering."
I hated this, I was just put into such an awful position. Hanand started talking about how he wanted to "be close friends who share secrets." I'm just thinking, that stuff just happens naturally, you can't ask for it. And then he continued on, "We become close friends, and then see how our behaviors are."
Alright Hanand, I think I know how my "behaviors" are going to be.
When I dropped him off, he asked if I would give a kiss (it looked as though he signed for a kiss on the cheek) as a good-bye, and I just told him point-blank, "I'm not a touchy person."

Fuck!