Was It a Long Week?
Or does it just seem that way an hour and a half before my Friday post goes up and I haven’t started writing yet?
One bit of news I wanted to share was regarding “creepy stalker guy,” the former youth group advisor who has been trying to maintain contact with me and one of my friends for 30 years (see my Creepy Stalker Guy post for the whole sordid story). I had finally told the guy in no uncertain terms to buzz off or I would contact his local police department.
No, I didn’t hear from him again. But my friend Julie did, through Classmates. Mind you, he had just contacted her maybe four years ago and she, like I did the first time he contacted me, politely caught up with him, then didn’t continue the conversation. Then last year, he contacted a different Julie from our class on Classmates, thinking it was my Julie, and basically did the same thing: Is this the right Julie, how are you, etc. (The two Julies exchanged notes on this, which is how we know about it.)
I got a text over the weekend from my Julie that he contacted her again, not two weeks after she subscribed to Classmates. Like he’s just lying in wait for the girls in our high school gang to make our presence known to him.
As I said to Julie (who did not respond to him), he is one sick fuck.
(I think I cribbed that from ”You are one suave fuck” from David Lynch’s Blue Velvet, so don’t give me credit for such a beautifully composed line.)
As for how I am surviving my first week without my son, who went to college on Saturday, that’s going pretty well. We have had a lot of contact, and I’m happy to say it’s all been from him to me. Lots of IM-ing about random stuff like we usually do, a phone call after his audition for piano lessons, a text about his first math class. It feels good that he still wants to bring everything to me. He’s having a great time, and apologized to me for not missing home in the slightest. I honestly couldn’t be more thrilled that he’s found a place where he already feels at home. “This is the place for me,” as he said.
Forgive me simply blogging tonight. School started this week, throwing us into chaos. I had all those beginning-of-the-year papers to fill out…bleh. Enough of that. In any case, my little one and I tried to squeeze in some last bits of summer by going to the lake today. Very nice. If I can get a lot of work done in the a.m., I’m going to try to get myself to the ocean tomorrow if I can beat the hurricanes.
September 5th, 2008 at 8:10 am
I will never understand why guys can’t take a hint. It just makes the rest of us look so bad. It is rather obvious that girls like to be pursued, but there is a line where the “chase” becomes stalking.
In my experience, if the girl turns you down 3 times or doesn’t return your 3rd call/txt..well you call it quits and move on. (No clue why the #3 is the line for me, but it seems to work).
And it is obvious when a women shows interest in you….hmm..should i write a book?
September 12th, 2008 at 12:29 am
[...] to find the moment to capture them, let alone write what I’d like about them. I felt that last Friday’s post, in particular, didn’t cover everything that was on my mind that I meant to write [...]