Stalkeriffic Friday, Jan 25 2008 

Okay, apparently my brush off method for this guy was just not going to work. Two days after he asked me if work had calmed down (amusing because I never said work was the reason for me being busy in the first place), he felt the need to respond to my lack of response. I got a message simply saying:

I’ll take it that it is a “no.”

In a last ditch effort to save this man some dignity, I told him I thought I was ready for a relationship again but am not. Instead of saying “It’s not you, it’s me” I demonstrated it. I felt this was probably kinder than pointing out that it was most definitely him after all. If this does not ward this guy off once and for all, I am going to have to start filing his emails straight to the trash bin.

Ladies, why is it always the guy you don’t want who does all this, while the guy you do want couldn’t be less interested? Murphy’s law or something?

Stalked again Wednesday, Jan 23 2008 

The Stalker resurfaced last night. At this point, I’m almost wondering where this man’s self esteem has gone. I blew him off rather abruptly last week. I told him I was too busy to even make a simple phone call or write an email. And I actually fussed him a bit for blaming my cat for his sudden and very strange ongoing sick-like symptoms. He never even sees me online anymore because I blocked him everywhere. And yet…

Last night he emailed. Why? Why to tell me he has pink eye, of course. After accusing both me and my cat of getting him sick, it turns out he has pink eye. Sexy.

It was everything I could do not to fire back an “I told you so.” But any contact would just be encouraging at this point. So silent I remain. Do you think he’ll get the hint this time?

I really hope so.

Gah! Thursday, Jan 17 2008 

Tried to blow off the stalker and all of his “Call me if you have time.” messages. I told him my week is insanely busy and if I find free time, I’ll be using it to sleep. (Because honestly, who is that busy? At the very least I could call you from the car.) His response?

That sucks that you’ll be so busy but I’ll be thinking of you. I miss talking to you.

This one’s going to require drastic measures.

The Stalker Thursday, Jan 17 2008 

Don’t get too up in arms on me now, I’m not going to talk about a real stalker. By “the stalker” I mean that guy who will not accept waning communication. The one who comes on too strong from the get go and will not let up. The one who follows up an unanswered voice mail with a text message and then an email a few hours after leaving it. That guy. I know you’ve met him. He is the stalker.

I have one now. It is partly my fault, as most of these situations tend to be. The attention was flattering at first. The early communication was sweet. The flattery floored me. Some women are tragically easy that way. I am one of them. There was cuddling and compliments and I did not discourage the stalker from his trade.

But after we slept together (ooops), it was just all too much. The constant assurances that he wanted a meaningful relationship. The sad little “call me”s in every email. Clearly I should not have gotten in bed with him. (Although in my defense a bit, most men do not get stalkerish after the sex. They get…. well…. gone. Because they got what they wanted and will only come back if they think there is more to be had.) So now the stalker can’t just be dropped like a hot potato because of the whole complicated sex mess. So I am trying to back him off a bit.

But the stalker, he just keeps coming. Emails, text messages, voice mails…. and the horrid “I miss you”s. Dude, we just haven’t known each other that long. Have a little self respect. With each passing day, the stalker does himself more damage and weakens my resolve to ease him down slowly (without more sex, tyvm!). I am smothered and feel the urge to run.

Last night’s text message merely said “meow”. WTF???