2005-07-20 - 9:26 a.m.
Damn you technology!

ARG!

So I got my phone back on Monday. 5:30 pm. FINALLY!

Last night at 10:30 pm, I just finish Harry Potter 6 and I hear my delightful new phone ringing. I run upstairs and just miss the person calling.

I look at the number and realize to my horror, that it's my old Prom Date Stalker Jon.

HE'S STILL CALLING ME! Even before I lost my phone I hadn't picked up when he called for over a month. And then I couldn't answer my phone for over a month and HE'S STILL CALLING THAT STUPID NUMBER!!

Five times a day he would call, I wouldn't pick up a single time. It makes me feel bad when I don't pick up and I know it's cowardly, but I do not want to talk to him! DO NOT!

First of all, I had an awful time at prom (OVER A YEAR AGO). He, somehow, miraculously, thinks he was an excellent date and just had the time of his life. Okay, good prom dates pay for at least SOMETHING. I had to pay for our prom tickets, our post-prom tickets, the flowers, I bought my own dinner (at the cheap mexican place I already eat at twice a week), I rented the movies and bought the snacks for our group AND I provided the transportation to prom. And then I spent the whole night trying to get away from him because he wanted to attach himself to my hip.

Ick, that was sooo gross. And now he's been calling me for the last year. He can't just call once a day, which would be stalkerish enough. Oh nooooooo, at least 5 times.

And now that I'm home he also drives by my house when he has no business in my neighborhood, it's not even on a thru street for heaven's sake! He also drives by the pool when I'm working.

I am so tired of being stalked by a guy I thought I was doing a nice thing for. I went to prom with him because he surprised me in the middle of the hallway in the beginning of February. Yeah, February. Prom isn't until MAY. And I felt bad for him. So I said yes and this has bitten me in the butt so badly.

I feel bad when he calls and I don't answer. But he never has anything to say. He just calls and mumbles around and then just sits in silence. I would feel really bad if the next time he calls I told him I didn't want him to call anymore. I don't have any options open to me that won't make me feel like a horrible person.

So I'm doing the cop out. I'm going to call our mutual friend Robbie and ask him to help me. It's cowardly but no more than just not answering his calls for the rest of my adult life. Hopefully, Robbie will be tactful and just slip it into their conversations sometime that I am just uncomfortable when he calls. And drives by my house. And drives by the place I work.

And my brother is amazingly to blame for all of this. He GAVE the stalker my phone number at a party. JUST GAVE IT TO HIM! And my loving little brother makes fun of me to no end for being stalked by him. So he created this whole little fiasco for me for his own sick entertainment. The bastard.

I guess I should just be glad that the Prom Date Stalker isn't as bad as my last one. He was this creepy guy I went to high school with. He would actually come into the pool and follow me from station to station. He would talk and tell me all these things that my delicate 17 year old mind was not ready to handle. Luckily, at the pool, my boss was there to protect me. Hick told him to leave me alone and actually stood by my stations to make sure he did. When he tried to follow me home, Hick told him he just couldn't come to the pool anymore.

That stalker ended up going on a three crime spree and police chase across the state about a year ago. He had a litte girlfriend from my town with him. They're both in jail. My friends definitely enjoyed telling me I could have been in the little girlfriend in that scene.

So compared to the psycho wo is now in jail, Prom Date Stalker is relatively tame. But it still drives me nuts. I just want to be left alone. LEAVE ME ALONE! I'm not going to waste my precious cell phone minutes on you!