Showing posts with label stalker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stalker. Show all posts

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Support - the uncomfortable, underwire in your armpit kind...

I recently reconnected with an old friend on Facebook. These reconnections can be good and bad. I usually am very deliberate about who I add to my Friends List. I try to check out their profile, read their wall posts, find out what groups they belong to, etc. It is a little ridiculous. I admit it. I didn't really do that this time. According to Facebook we had one friend in common and this mutual friend is just a gem. Plus I really did enjoy talking with this guy in the past.

What the hell. I hit the "confirm" button and suddenly my inbox is flooded with messages like every five minutes. I wasn't even responding to him. It was like his monologue just random in messages to me. I thought it pretty harmless and was even grateful for some of the information he provided me. For example, I found out that a mutual friend of ours died last year! I had no clue!!

He asked me for medical advice, and I told him that I specialize in more of the "vagina specialty" as I am a midwifery student. I thought we could get a laugh at that. Anyway, when he asked his sports injury question anyway and wanted to know if he could have my phone number... it hit me. Ton of bricks. I'm a fucking idiot.

So I pointed out to him... I'm gay/have a girlfriend/thought you knew.

He tells me, "I didn't know you were gay, but I support any decision you make."

What is that about? I decided to be gay? Thanks for the support. Anyway. I stopped messaging him. He continued to send messages, and this morning I woke up with one that said "I'm not a stalker but here is my cell number." Wow. Not a stalker at all. No way in hell am I giving out my cell number. And goodbye Facebook friend.