Leave Me Alone
My Very Worst Date was not all that bad, really. It was what happened afterwards that makes it scary and annoying. I met J a little over a year ago on a dating website that I’ve since removed my account from, after several experiences similar to this.
We went for coffee the first time and J seemed sweet and smart. He was geeky, not really good looking but I could handle that. So, we made arrangements to meet for coffee a second time.
After the second coffee, we went back to my place to watch a movie. And that was it. I told him I wanted to get to know him, there was no sex, we cuddled and he left. Then the fun started.
He bitched me out for being a cocktease and a bitch, for leading him on; he told me he wanted to do me and that he wouldn’t give up until he did. He even accused me of having a boyfriend and being a cheating hoe (I did not have a boyfriend, and I’ve never cheated). I told him that he was being nasty, I had been interested in him but I’d lost all interest when he started making crazy accusations. I then lost his number, even though he kept texting me I refused to answer.
About six months ago, I had to change my number because a different guy, A, had been harassing me and making threatening phone calls. The police tried warning him but it didn’t stop him so I changed my number. Problem solved, right?
J was waiting for me when I got home two months ago. He’d called my phone and found the number was disconnected, so he’d driven around my area until he’d recognized my car, followed it back to my place and followed me into the building. Scared the hell out of me; I had completely forgotten about him. He managed to talk his way into my apartment, tried to grope me, refused to leave while I fed my cats, completely ignored my hint that I had an early start, stayed until 11:00 pm, refused to take the hint of me getting into my pajamas and tried to grope me again, gave me his number and then finally left. I lost his number, didn’t call him at all, didn’t speak to him or even think of him for over two months, and all seemed well. You think he’d take the hint, right?
He showed up at my apartment block again last night with his phone number wrapped around a chocolate bar, and banged on my windows (I live on the ground floor) until I went to the window to tell him to get lost. I didn’t realize it was him until he gave me the chocolate bar. I told him I couldn’t take it because I’m allergic to chocolate (this is true). He refused to take it back, so I threw it at his head, then put his number down the toilet wrapped around cat poop and flushed repeatedly.
It’s been a year. He has no idea of my circumstances. I don’t have a boyfriend but I am seeing someone casually and I’m happy with my life this way. I can guarantee you if he comes near me again, I’ll call the cops and have him arrested for stalking me. I’ve learned my lesson. Never bringing a guy home before I’ve known him for at least 6 months again.
