A Letter to my Stalker

Maybe ‘stalker’ is a bit strong, but yesterday that’s how it felt.

Months ago we found each other on Facebook.  I was kinda excited to talk to you again, since we hadn’t talked to each other in 25 years.

At first it was just a few text messages during the day, and then, you were at the mall just down the street, so I agreed to meet you.  Innocent enough I thought, considering you are married.

Soon enough the text message escalated to phone calls.  When the phone calls started coming on the weekends because “had to run to the store to get a soda and see how you are doing” I started to get worried.

I backed off.  I cut down on the text messages and didn’t answer every phone call.  Then, during one phone call on a Friday night, you told me you thought Chris Coleman might have had the right idea.  The next day you called to cheer me up because you were sure I was having a bad day.  Really?  You’re sure of this?  I was fine, and didn’t need cheering up, and not by you.  I told you I’d text later in the week.

I didn’t.

Not for months.

And then, you started leaving comments on my blog.  And since I have a policy of replying to every. single. comment I replied to yours.  And I told you that I thought your wife deserved much better than the way you had been talking about her and treating her.  You loved her enough to marry her and have a child with her.  Stop talking so hatefully about her.

Yesterday you sent me a text message, “What’s up?”  I answered honestly that I was swamped at work. “Want me to bail you out?”  No, I am really really busy.  “I’m in the waiting room.”

You were downstairs.  In the waiting room.  At my work.

That for me was the final straw.  I stayed upstairs the rest of the afternoon, and called our service department several times to see if your vehicle was done so that I could leave.  I was virtually stranded in my office as long as you were in the building.

And that is unacceptable.

I am writing this here because you have told me that you read my blog because “It’s like you are talking to me”  (that? Is fucked up creepy).  But I don’t want to send this to you via text and definitely not in a phone call because I don’t want to encourage any contact from you.

I am closing comments on this blog post. (Sorry regulars) I am asking nicely this one time Please leave me alone.  If you can’t respect that request I won’t be so nice next time.