I met my stalker and he is "hair doll" crazy …

I like to think that I’m the type of person that people will remember, that I leave an impression on people (sometimes not always good). But everyone always says bad publicity is good publicity. However, I didn’t quite realize the impression I’d left on a certain guy that I’d only met once.

Let me take you back to the post I wrote about getting jealous called “Jealous much?...” in the post I mentioned how when Nick was ignoring me I went and sat down at the bar and started a conversation with the really good looking guy next to me. I didn’t mention in the post, but at the end of our conversation I gave the guy my number and told him to call me sometime and we could hang out (as friends of course, because he knew I was there with Nick). I never did answer my phone when the guy called because I knew it would just cause more drama if I hung out with him. Anyways that all happened about a year ago.


So on Saturday I was supposed to be meeting a friend of mine for coffee and I was early. I took a seat and this really good looking guy was looking at me, so I flashed him a smile. He came over and asked if he could sit down and I obviously said yes. He was very nice and we chatted for about 20 minutes, then the conversation turned;

Stalker - “you don’t remember me do you Rebecca?” I don’t remember faces at all, I’m horrible like that.
Me – “no… sorry, should I?”
Stalker – “yes… we met about a year ago”
Me – “Sorry, I have no idea who you are.”
Stalker – “You were with your boyfriend, and you guys were fighting and you came over and started talking to me.”
Me – “oh god, yeah, wow I can’t believe you remember me…”
Stalker – “I remember a lot about you… I called you for 3 weeks and you never called me back…”
Me – “yeah, well… I was with my boyfriend…you know”
Stalker – “Oh yeah, how did that work out for you?” *my crazy radar is going off*
Me – “um… we broke up about a month later”
Stalker – “yeah, maybe you should have left that asshole for me.”
Me – “excuse me?”
Stalker – “Do you believe in fate?”
Me – “No.”
Stalker – “I’ve been waiting a year for this”
Me – “Oh yeah, um can you just watch my drink, I have to run to the washroom.”

Then I just left and phoned my friend to meet me somewhere else.
For a half an hour conversation a year ago I must have really left an impression on this guy I honestly don’t even remember what his name is.
Jake always hated when I talked to people I didn’t know, even in the elevator in my building. He would get really mad at me about it, not in a jealous way, but in a protective way (he was in a profession where he dealt with a lot of criminals). He told me it’s great to be friendly but to stop.

I don’t know if I’ll stop talking to strangers, because I’ve met a lot of really great people that way. But I for sure wont talk to strangers now without one hand on my personal alarm (available at the Bay).