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cherrySo it turns out that giving your phone number to a random guy who asks you for it while you're on your way to catch a bus is a bad idea.
Shaddup. I've never been asked for my number before -- I'm good enough to hoot at from a distance, but once a guy talks to me for more than about five seconds they are rendered incapable of thinking of me as anything but a friend.
That worries me.
But. Anyway. I'm just going to go back to screening my phone calls.
I'm 18 and I've had two stalkers. This guy isn't there, but doesn't understand 'You're creepy, too old for me (24!), and please don't call me any more.' Or the fact that I haven't returned a single one of his calls in three weeks. Or that (my first real date) was painful beyond all explanation.
Me: He doesn't get it. I should tell him I have a boyfriend.
Female friend: You should tell him that you have a girlfriend.
Me: Ooooh!
FF: I'll totally be your girlfriend!
Boyfriend of female friend: Dude. You don't want to tell him that unless you want him to *never* go away.
That he was interested in me should have been the first tip off. I am a scary-person magnet. No one is ever interested in me who is not high on the creep-er-ific scale.
Maybe I'll become a nun. At the very least, I'd get to run around and pretend to be a penguin. (And for those of you who doubt I would pose as a flippered fowl? You don't know me that well, do you?)
In other news: Grandma is making lefsa right now. Warm, fresh lefsa.
Mmmmm.
Shaddup. I've never been asked for my number before -- I'm good enough to hoot at from a distance, but once a guy talks to me for more than about five seconds they are rendered incapable of thinking of me as anything but a friend.
That worries me.
But. Anyway. I'm just going to go back to screening my phone calls.
I'm 18 and I've had two stalkers. This guy isn't there, but doesn't understand 'You're creepy, too old for me (24!), and please don't call me any more.' Or the fact that I haven't returned a single one of his calls in three weeks. Or that (my first real date) was painful beyond all explanation.
Me: He doesn't get it. I should tell him I have a boyfriend.
Female friend: You should tell him that you have a girlfriend.
Me: Ooooh!
FF: I'll totally be your girlfriend!
Boyfriend of female friend: Dude. You don't want to tell him that unless you want him to *never* go away.
That he was interested in me should have been the first tip off. I am a scary-person magnet. No one is ever interested in me who is not high on the creep-er-ific scale.
Maybe I'll become a nun. At the very least, I'd get to run around and pretend to be a penguin. (And for those of you who doubt I would pose as a flippered fowl? You don't know me that well, do you?)
In other news: Grandma is making lefsa right now. Warm, fresh lefsa.
Mmmmm.