Stalkerazzi

I have some crazy blog followers!

You guys want it all and you want it now! I'm not judging, in fact that’s why I love you…I’m all about instant gratification too!

I cannot believe the number of people who are dying to hear how things went with Hot Fireman last week? My inbox lit up on Friday morning with so many messages that said “well…..how did it go last night?”

Either you guys are all;
a) crazy
b) vicariously living through me
c) just nosey.

Either way…you make me feel like the cool kid at school after prom.

Cool kids meet me in the ladies room after homeroom for discussion, and the rest of you…just remember this blog is mostly about the losers I come across…so keeping that in mind, I can pretty much guarantee you that you will NOT, let me repeat NOT be hearing much about the Hot Fireman!

I know…I’m a little giddy about the whole situation and am trying not to jinx it. And that is all you are going to get out of me about him…sorry suckers!

I know…you’re ticked and suddenly feel like you just spent $12 on a movie that made you say “what the hell just happened” as the credits start rolling.

Sorry…but that’s how I roll.

With that out of my system, I do feel like I need to tell you about one of the guys that I had a date with last week but cancelled at the last minute because I wasn’t excited about it.

I will name him Mr. Stalker. Ok…he is not really a stalker, but he is showing some stalker tendencies. I don’t like it! Quite frankly, it kind of freaks me out and suddenly makes me happy that we didn’t exchange last names.

When I called Mr. Stalker last week to cancel our date, he was cool. He said he enjoyed our conversations and hoped that we could remain friends. I didn’t really respond with a yes or no. I’m not exactly sure what I said, but I believe it was along the lines of “it was great getting to know you…good luck in your search.” It’s a pretty standard line that I give…it seems pretty clear and usually keeps guys off my back (not that they are flocking to me…but you get my drift).

Well that particular line didn’t seem to work with Mr. Stalker. He has called me and text me every single day since our phone call last week. I have not responded once! At some point I would like to think he will get tired of trying and eventually give up. You know, kind of like a baby that doesn’t want to go to sleep.

But I’m not sure that he is going to do that anytime soon.

I got a call from him yesterday that kind of (read: definitely) freaked me out. I had just left work to head home to my son’s birthday party when my phone rang. I got a sinking feeling when I saw that it was The Stalker. I, of course, let it go to voice mail. I contemplated deleting it before listening to it, but something inside me made me listen to the message. It freaked me out when I heard, “hey…just driving down ***** Street and thought I saw you pulling out onto the street. It’s 5pm so maybe you work in the area and are leaving for the night. Just thought I would give you a call and see if you had changed your mind about a date yet.”

Two things came to mind…

1. Hell no, I’m not interested in a date with you
2. Holy crap, he just saw me pulling out of my office

I was hoping he would go away…but I might have to send out reinforcements…and by reinforcements I mean I think I’m going to have to break out “Biiioooootch Julie” and set the record straight with him. But then again, there is a part of me that is hoping he will go away quietly on his own. I mean it doesn’t take a genius to know that if I haven’t responded to any of your messages in over a week, I’m probably not interested.

Yeah, I’m not sure that he is going to disappear on his own…and it kind of stresses me out.