Wednesday, March 06, 2013
On Potential Stalkers...
I'd been messaging back and forth here and there since about December with a guy. Nothing major, but no red flags. So, when he gave me his digits I used the balls I grew last month, and called him.
Wow, what a great conversation! We talked for an hour and a half, laughed, the conversation flowed, everything seemed great. Lots of things in common. I was excited when we made plans to meet two days later for coffee. I even texted my Momma to let her know I may have met a dateable guy.
Luckily the crazy train pulled into town before that ever happened.
25 minutes after our first conversation he started sending me more pics of himself. Ok. Then he texted me fishing for compliments on the pictures. Then, he asked me to send him pics. And asked me twice if I did it. Then asked if he should reboot his phone to see the pictures I didn't send.
When I didn't respond he called me. He wanted to tell me he was on his way to get dinner. And ask if I liked his pictures.
20 minutes later, he called to tell me he was done with dinner, and he couldn't wait to meet me. We talked for about 10 minutes.
In the next 20 minutes I got quite a few texts about how beautiful I am and how excited he is to meet me. And by the way, did I send him pictures?
Then, you guessed it. He called again!
This time I didn't answer. I mean, really? Mr. independant, OK with a girl having her own life, couldn't stand that I didn't text him right back within seconds.
Then after several more texts, he texted me that he was sorry if he was bothering me but he was so excited to talk to an amazing girl like me.
I think all these compliments work for people with no self esteem, but buddy, I know I'm awesome, and you are laying it on a little too thick in the first couple of hours.
Then, it was 9:00 and everyone knows The Walking Dead is on. So I texted him that I was busy with watching my show, it was my sacred time.
He texted me "oh, ok, enjoy your show, text me later if you want".
A few more of his texts came thru, that I ignored because, I'm busy...so then he sent "aren't there any commercials in that show?"
Then he sent me a youtube video by Kenny Chesney called "come on over". Which I didn't even watch. Followed by a Rascal Flatts video "God bless the broken road". Ehh, you know me a few hours, and you thank god we met?
Um...it's too much!
Then he texted me "I can see you thru your window...boo! LOL"
LOL? Really, that's funny?
Followed by "did I scare you?"
This went on for a long time, until finally I texted him I was going to bed.
The next morning I had 3 texts between 7 and 7:25 when I got up. They were full of terms of endearment, hope you slept well beautiful's, and lots of "xoxo's" . Followed by a phone call at 7:30 am, that I did not answer, because a) you are crazy and b) I'm getting ready for my JOB!
Then, several more texts. After an "are you alive?" text, I finally told him around 9 am, that my heart is beating, and I was in fact....working.
He said he was off work that day. And told me not to work too hard. Call him later.
I mean, this went on and on, and on and on and on and onnnnnn!
It was obvious, I had to block this guys number. So I texted I didn't think I was ready to meet someone off the internet.
And then I blocked his number from calling or texting me.
Then, a few hours later... I blocked 4 more numbers that kept calling me. When I googled the numbers, they were from his place of employment. Where, he was not working that day but was steady calling me like a champ.
The following day was quiet, until 2pm. When I was on my lunch break, running...and got another call, 1 digit off from a blocked number from the previous day. From his work. So he was trying all the lines at the job.
I blocked it as well.
After the gym that night, I got yet another missed call from his place of employment and a garbled VM that I can't decipher.
I blocked that number as well.
And I had an entire day of peace.
I mean really? All that mess because of an hour and a half conversation, and a potential coffee date? Even saying you are not into someone isn't enough. If someone told me that, I'd be over it in a second.
But then I'm not crazy.
The best comment comes from my Mom, who is addicted to the ID channel, and relates all stories back to being murdered and stuffed in a trunk. "Well, you know how men are crazy for sex and murder".
Aaaaand....fade to the single girl who is perfectly content with being single.
This really pushed my recent 'no weeknight drinking' rule to the test!!