Creepy McCreeperson

OK, this is driving me batty. I mentioned this guy before, but I will elaborate because I really need to get it out of my system before I explode.

Before Christmas I met this guy at a party hosted by my friend Kathy. I honestly thought he was gay for most of the evening (might have been the blonde wig that threw me off) but later realized he wasn't. Anyway, he seemed nice enough and I was at that point thinking that launching myself back into the saddle was what I needed, so I took it and ran with it.

After the holidays we went out for coffee. It was a nice enough time, and having a conversation with a Harvardian felt like a vast improvement in my life. We talked about everything from poetry to real estate to poverty to physics and everything in between. We also talked about googling people which he found morally objectionable, and gave good arguments to that end (little did I realize). Later, he received a "call from a friend" and let me know that this "friend" was coming over to his place in a little bit to hang out over wine. Did I want to come? I said yes. But, of course, said "friend" never showed. However, his nerdy roommate was home with whom I probably had more fun chatting with than my date. But that says less about his roommate than the fact that my date kept sprinkling the word "love" into the conversation, which sort of freaked me out, but I didn't figure I would give him the boot just yet. Back in the saddle, and all that shit.

But after that evening, I kept receiving sweet nothing text messages, and during one short conversation on the phone together, he told me how much he missed me about a half a dozen times. Fortunately for me, this was about the time that I was coming to terms with the fact that I don't have the time to deal with being in the saddle. So, I tried to let him down gracefully and then carried on with my life. Unfortunately, letting people down gently doesn't always get the result you're after and I continued to receive texts and emails and phone messages, which at the time it seemed most prudent to ignore. Then I get this long email listing out all of the attempts to reach me and groveling for forgiveness for whatever he had done to offend me. Waah, waah, waah! So, I pulled out the big guns this time and said fairly bluntly "Not interested".

One would think that sort of response would close the matter. But sadly, it turned into sniveling torment over the loss of his very dear new friend. Let me repeat something here: we met at a party and went out one other time - no long heartfelt emails or phone calls in there, just how do. By now I'm starting to get pretty icky vibes, and I thought back to our previous conversation about googling, and decided to see if there was something hiding in his closet. Well, as it turns out, he had been kicked out of a former college for sneaking into women's dorms and masturbating on them while they slept. (!!!!!!!!) All I can think is thank god he doesn't know my address!! And then, after a couple of weeks without any further response from me he sends me a "Happy Valentine's Day, my dear" text message. And last night he left a voicemail to tell me his wonderful news about getting some of his poetry published! I'm sorry, but don't you think that when you get good news like that the first person you would tell would be your friends, family, maybe co-workers and not the girl you have hung out with twice who won't have anything to do with you?

Oh my sweet lord. When did this happen to me? I have never NEVER been the girl who ended up with assholes or creepshows, and yet here I am. Somebody broke my radar, and now I'm pissed!