unsolicited
My mother was originally going to be Up North today through Saturday with my Grandpa so I was going to have furkid duty. But, plans changed and Mom didn't go, so I'm off the hook but I'm here anyway. Tonight we had dinner and then went to look at paint and shiz at Menard's for my house. We didn't buy any paint, just cleaning stuff, but I came away with a bunch of paint samples and ideas. I'm also crashing here for the night because I'm avoiding a crazy person.
See... I've decided that I can no longer ever just hand out my phone number to any men unless I know for sure ahead of time that they're not retarded. The day after my birthday I was at home waiting for Shawn to pick me up for dinner. There was a knock on my door and assuming it was her, I opened it up. I never open my door to unsolicited knocks, by the way. So yeah... it wasn't Shawn at the door. It was this dude named Anthony. Anthony had stopped by once before asking if I needed my walkway shoveled. This time, he was wondering if I wanted my hedges trimmed. He seemed nice enough, he mentioned that he lived in the neighborhood and cut hedges for a lot of the neighbors, he even spoke like a normal person and didn't seem like a raving idiot. I told him that I wasn't sure about the hedges (because my mother was talking about doing them and I'm broke so it would be up to her) but I took his name and number and said that if we needed him we'd call. Then he starts flirting. Telling me how he saw that I didn't have a ring on and asked if I was married... blah blah blah. This eventually ended with him asking for my phone number because he said he'd like to ask me out. Now, let's get this one thing clear... I honestly had no intention of ever going out with this guy. But I didn't want to be mean and be like, "Uh no, you can't have my number." So I gave him my house phone number. Aka the phone I never answer, never use, and will be cancelling service on soon because it's too expensive. He left, Shawn showed up, and we laughed about it all night.
Fast forward to Tuesday night this week. I'd stayed one or two days here at my mom's and then finally went home Tuesday knowing that I was going to be here to furkid sit on Thursday and Friday, so I went home to be with my own furkids. I was sitting in my bedroom knitting, watching tv, and hanging with the cats. I put Rent in once Carson Daly came on because well... I can't stand his show anymore and I wasn't ready to sleep. So I'm happily watching Rent and working on a new sock at like 3 in the morning. Suddenly, I hear knocking on my door. Did I mention it was after 3 in the morning and I don't answer unsolicited knocks to begin with? Yeah. First I thought maybe it was my snooty neighbor Sharon because I had my window open and maybe she had hers open too and could hear Rent and wanted me to turn it down. I figured if that was the case, I would just turn down the tv a bit and not answer the door because I didn't want to (and because her dog barks all the damn time in the middle of the night from in her house and I have to listen to it so if she was going to complain about my movie she could kiss my ass... she's done things like that before). The knocking continues. I look at my phone to make sure it's on, the ringer isn't on vibrate, and I haven't missed any calls. Anyone who knows me well knows that I'm just a cell phone away and even at 3 in the morning they can call me especially if they're coming over in the middle of the night uninvited. But no one had called, therefore I figured whoever was at my door wasn't someone who knew me well. I continue to ignore the knocking. Then I thought, "What if it's the police?" But then I thought, "No... if it were the police I'd see the lights, and perhaps they'd announce themselves as LPD." I keep ignoring it. The knocking continues and I basically start to freak out. I think, "What if whomever it is comes around the side of the house and comes to my open window?" So I went into the bathroom where there isn't a window. LOL Yeah, I know I'm weird. Finally, as the knocking goes on and on and on I think, "I've gotta answer, obviously... this person isn't going away so maybe it is an emergency." So I go through my maze of a living room (everything is displaced from our floor refinishing adventures), turn on the porch light and open up the door (with cell phone in hand). I suppose it's important to also note that I don't have a peep hole in my front door, the windows on it are too high for me to look out, and although I have windows in the front of my house, they don't allow me to see who is on the porch.
*pauses* Wait for it... wait for it...
It's Anthony. 3:15 in the fucking morning and he's standing on my porch knocking incessantly on my door like it's life or death. I sighed and was like, "Yeah?"
A: I was just wondering when I was going to get to talk to you.
Me: It's 3 in the morning.
A: I know... I've been calling you though and can't get you.
Me (in my pissed off and highly annoyed voice from this point on): There haven't been any messages.
A: It's just been ringing and ringing.
Me: Well...
A: So when am I going to get to talk to you?
Me: Not at 3:15 in the morning.
A: (mumbles something about him being down by the river and sumthin' sumthin'... no idea, but I'm pretty sure he was drunk) So, can you come out here and talk to me?
Me: No.
A: So when am I going to get to talk to you?
Me: (sighs, shakes head) Good night. (shuts/slams door, locks both locks, turns porch light off on him)
Seriously? I mean come on... Seriously? *sighs* So yeah, I closed and locked any open windows, turned my AC back on, and went back to bed and knitted until the sun came up and I was no longer paranoid that this idiot was coming back to my door. What the fuck is with crazy people being attracted to me? The last guy I willingly gave my phone number to (aside from Jamie who was a nice guy but apparently fell out of interest after we went out) phone stalked me for like a fucking month! That was before I had a lj though and couldn't complain about it here. :op So yeah... no more giving my phone number to random guys no matter what. If I don't have the balls to say no, I'll just give him my phone number from when I had my apartment.
Hopefully, this guy got the message and won't bother anymore, but I've been paranoid a bit since then. Just what I need, huh? I was already thinking about my break in again lately because on my birthday I realized something else that was stolen in my break in that I hadn't realized until then. All of my Harry Potter books. They're all gone. I had a boxed set of the first four books, and singles of books 1,2, 5 and 6. So now, I have to re-buy the whole series again. *cries and throws a fit* I hadn't noticed it because I hadn't needed the books, but I wanted to re-read book six before I got seven and yeah... gone.
This has been my life lately. Mix that with some major PMS, clinical depression, and general money issues and you've got a really scary girl. Nuts.
See... I've decided that I can no longer ever just hand out my phone number to any men unless I know for sure ahead of time that they're not retarded. The day after my birthday I was at home waiting for Shawn to pick me up for dinner. There was a knock on my door and assuming it was her, I opened it up. I never open my door to unsolicited knocks, by the way. So yeah... it wasn't Shawn at the door. It was this dude named Anthony. Anthony had stopped by once before asking if I needed my walkway shoveled. This time, he was wondering if I wanted my hedges trimmed. He seemed nice enough, he mentioned that he lived in the neighborhood and cut hedges for a lot of the neighbors, he even spoke like a normal person and didn't seem like a raving idiot. I told him that I wasn't sure about the hedges (because my mother was talking about doing them and I'm broke so it would be up to her) but I took his name and number and said that if we needed him we'd call. Then he starts flirting. Telling me how he saw that I didn't have a ring on and asked if I was married... blah blah blah. This eventually ended with him asking for my phone number because he said he'd like to ask me out. Now, let's get this one thing clear... I honestly had no intention of ever going out with this guy. But I didn't want to be mean and be like, "Uh no, you can't have my number." So I gave him my house phone number. Aka the phone I never answer, never use, and will be cancelling service on soon because it's too expensive. He left, Shawn showed up, and we laughed about it all night.
Fast forward to Tuesday night this week. I'd stayed one or two days here at my mom's and then finally went home Tuesday knowing that I was going to be here to furkid sit on Thursday and Friday, so I went home to be with my own furkids. I was sitting in my bedroom knitting, watching tv, and hanging with the cats. I put Rent in once Carson Daly came on because well... I can't stand his show anymore and I wasn't ready to sleep. So I'm happily watching Rent and working on a new sock at like 3 in the morning. Suddenly, I hear knocking on my door. Did I mention it was after 3 in the morning and I don't answer unsolicited knocks to begin with? Yeah. First I thought maybe it was my snooty neighbor Sharon because I had my window open and maybe she had hers open too and could hear Rent and wanted me to turn it down. I figured if that was the case, I would just turn down the tv a bit and not answer the door because I didn't want to (and because her dog barks all the damn time in the middle of the night from in her house and I have to listen to it so if she was going to complain about my movie she could kiss my ass... she's done things like that before). The knocking continues. I look at my phone to make sure it's on, the ringer isn't on vibrate, and I haven't missed any calls. Anyone who knows me well knows that I'm just a cell phone away and even at 3 in the morning they can call me especially if they're coming over in the middle of the night uninvited. But no one had called, therefore I figured whoever was at my door wasn't someone who knew me well. I continue to ignore the knocking. Then I thought, "What if it's the police?" But then I thought, "No... if it were the police I'd see the lights, and perhaps they'd announce themselves as LPD." I keep ignoring it. The knocking continues and I basically start to freak out. I think, "What if whomever it is comes around the side of the house and comes to my open window?" So I went into the bathroom where there isn't a window. LOL Yeah, I know I'm weird. Finally, as the knocking goes on and on and on I think, "I've gotta answer, obviously... this person isn't going away so maybe it is an emergency." So I go through my maze of a living room (everything is displaced from our floor refinishing adventures), turn on the porch light and open up the door (with cell phone in hand). I suppose it's important to also note that I don't have a peep hole in my front door, the windows on it are too high for me to look out, and although I have windows in the front of my house, they don't allow me to see who is on the porch.
*pauses* Wait for it... wait for it...
It's Anthony. 3:15 in the fucking morning and he's standing on my porch knocking incessantly on my door like it's life or death. I sighed and was like, "Yeah?"
A: I was just wondering when I was going to get to talk to you.
Me: It's 3 in the morning.
A: I know... I've been calling you though and can't get you.
Me (in my pissed off and highly annoyed voice from this point on): There haven't been any messages.
A: It's just been ringing and ringing.
Me: Well...
A: So when am I going to get to talk to you?
Me: Not at 3:15 in the morning.
A: (mumbles something about him being down by the river and sumthin' sumthin'... no idea, but I'm pretty sure he was drunk) So, can you come out here and talk to me?
Me: No.
A: So when am I going to get to talk to you?
Me: (sighs, shakes head) Good night. (shuts/slams door, locks both locks, turns porch light off on him)
Seriously? I mean come on... Seriously? *sighs* So yeah, I closed and locked any open windows, turned my AC back on, and went back to bed and knitted until the sun came up and I was no longer paranoid that this idiot was coming back to my door. What the fuck is with crazy people being attracted to me? The last guy I willingly gave my phone number to (aside from Jamie who was a nice guy but apparently fell out of interest after we went out) phone stalked me for like a fucking month! That was before I had a lj though and couldn't complain about it here. :op So yeah... no more giving my phone number to random guys no matter what. If I don't have the balls to say no, I'll just give him my phone number from when I had my apartment.
Hopefully, this guy got the message and won't bother anymore, but I've been paranoid a bit since then. Just what I need, huh? I was already thinking about my break in again lately because on my birthday I realized something else that was stolen in my break in that I hadn't realized until then. All of my Harry Potter books. They're all gone. I had a boxed set of the first four books, and singles of books 1,2, 5 and 6. So now, I have to re-buy the whole series again. *cries and throws a fit* I hadn't noticed it because I hadn't needed the books, but I wanted to re-read book six before I got seven and yeah... gone.
This has been my life lately. Mix that with some major PMS, clinical depression, and general money issues and you've got a really scary girl. Nuts.