You probably thought since you hadn’t heard about the crazy guy, that he was out of the picture after I ignored his 32 text messages.
Oh, no. I don’t get off that easy.
Last Sunday, I went to the open mic determined not to let this one guy ruin my weekly night for myself. Upon arrival, I didn’t see him, and plopped down on a couch next to a few girls I’d met. I read my poem, and about halfway through the night, he shows up.
He found me, standing beside the couch asking me a million questions, which I answered in single word sentences. When I left, he asked me, “What are you about to get into?” I said, “My bed” and got to my car. When I got home, he sent me a text: “Hey, you never told me what you thought about my album?”
I ignored that, and went on with my week. He sent me another text Saturday about some radio interview he did. I didn’t reply.
Sunday, I went to the open mic, he was there, and when I went up to give my poem, he recorded it, and took several pictures. He tried to talk to me several points in the night, asking me what I’d been up to, what was I doing for New Year’s? I was short, and went back to my seat.
When it was his turn to get on the mic, he said the poem was about a recent disappointment.
You can probably guess what happened next.
He told everyone his side of the story—that he’s a nice guy, tired of getting screwed over, this girl says she isn’t ready, wants nothing serious, is he just a year too late to date?
Ugh. I was mortified.
I left at the end of the night, and came home to a few texts from him, of course:
Hey. I dunno what actions I partook against you to block me on FB, that sucks enough but every time I see you, you’re very COLD and standoffish. I guess you don’t want anything to do with me. That’s cool. *shrug smh. The last part of my poem was kinda about you. Thanks for the added inspiration Lucky. Godspeed.
REALLY?!?! First of all, I blocked him from Facebook weeks ago, even before the 32 message bullshit because he would like and comment and tag me in everything and it was pissing me off. Second of all, BRO, you sent me 32 fucking text messages in a single night!
Like no, I don’t purposely love being COLD and STANDOFFISH to people, but obviously I’m dealing with someone who can’t take a hint, and then when I’m honest, they can’t even handle that.
About 5 minutes after he sent the previous text, I get this:
It’s like stuff changed after Thanksgiving for no reason. Sad. (u_u)
I don’t know what that little parenthesis shit is, but I’m hunkering down for what could be another long string of texts…