One Creep Daily.
Creeper Update!
I forgot to add this to the end of my post last night, so I thought it was worthy of one all its own.
So a few days after that last entry talking about this guy, he sends me another message after that. Again, he's bugging the shit out of me about what day I'll be back and if I'll be busy the night I get back. On top of that, he wants me to come pick him up and take him to my apartment, or a hotel if my roommate is there.
[I'm palmfacing at this point.]
I haven't mentioned that not once has this kid even asked much about me, besides the usual. So I'm kinda just looking at it as a way to kinda pass my time, but in all honesty, it sucks. And if it makes me a horrible person then I'm horrible, but this kid will never, and I mean never, see the light of day of my face. In real life.
So he keeps going on and on about how much he likes me and how much we could do together, and how we're meant to be together and all this other shit. And then he starts asking me for my phone number again, telling me he really wants to text me during the day because he misses me a lot.
--impales with shovel--
I'm still refusing to give it out, still with the whole "I don't have a phone I'm using my Dad's phone" excuse. He then gives me his phone number -- again -- and tells me to text him, and it's alright if I hide my number. ... what? I mean, if I block the number, you can't see mine, but if my dad REALLY had my phone and saw all these random numbers, I mean.... the hell? So I tell him I can't call or text him, it's not my phone.
He gets mad at me. Because I'm "not making enough effort to make this work" and I'm "not looking for a relationship at all, you[ talking about me here ] just want teh sex."
.... is anyone laughing out there yet? I was rofl-ing at this point.
I school this kid, HARD. I pull up all the last messages he's ever sent me, throwing back the "I only want sex, not a relationship" claim back to his face. This was the 1st of the last 2 message I sent him:
" You sit there and tell me I only want sex from you when all along you've been the only one talking about sex from ME. Getting a hotel room together for a night? Kickin' it watching TV? May lead to more? All that shit I just showed you and you just tried to justify?? Bullshit, you know what you want, and it ain't me. You're not even my type!! But you seemed like a nice person. All along you've been nothing but bullshit. I even said, SPECIFICALLY, that I'm not looking for a random hook-up on here. Friends first, and then progression if it leads there. I dunno what the fuck you want, but stop messaging me, period. You're full of it. You apprently can't read, and you've been obsessed with me from DAY ONE. You sent me 7 messages before I ever responded to you! You've been bugging me for my number, which I don't give out to just anyone, and you can't take no for no? Come on, kid! Grow up. If you ever want to have a true love relationship, leave the fucking sex out of it. Get to know someone without bringing up the sex. Long story short? You ain't gettin' into someone's heart through their pants, bud."
A few days went by, and I got this back:
"You ain't the only boy I've been talkin to, so don't get a big head. I can have all the boys in the sea, and you just one of my prospects. You coulda had all this, all you ever would need, and thats fucked up foreva. You gonna haveta work hard to get this shit back. And I can get any boy I want. I didnt want to kick it with you anyway. You a lame muthafucka anyway, aint worth my time, punkass."
......
I showed this to my friend, and I think he died laughing. Said what I was thinking: Thank God I have a fuckin' brain.
My last message to him wasn't really full of anything important, except for that I was keeping the messages and spreading them around to the friends I had made so far so that, well, he would have a hard time finding anyone pretty much. Oh yeah, I can be a hard-ass bastard if I wanna. I mentioned a screen name of someone I'd start with, and yeah....
He sent one back quickly changing his tone. Apparently that was the person he was talking to. Begs me not to do anything.
What do I do?
Well, I message my bud -- name's Mike -- with some information. And I didn't feel one bit bad about it.
So, Creeper Guy hasn't messaged me in about a week now. My life is bliss.
I can go back to talking to Kyle, and my new friend from this, Colby. They're both really cool. : )
Sometimes life offers up stuff like this, And I have to say, it's worth it most of the time, at least for me. : )
If that makes me horrible, I'll deal with it.
Anyway, I'm off to watch... well, watch nothing particularly of interest. Once my dad gets back from wherever he went, I'm headed to the gym. Unfortunately right now we only have two cars, so my dad and I are forced to share one. It's annoying the shit out of me, makes me wish that I had my OWN car here. I wanna go to the gym, I've reached the end of my 5-day relax period.
I'm out.
Peace Easy, Friends.
I forgot to add this to the end of my post last night, so I thought it was worthy of one all its own.
So a few days after that last entry talking about this guy, he sends me another message after that. Again, he's bugging the shit out of me about what day I'll be back and if I'll be busy the night I get back. On top of that, he wants me to come pick him up and take him to my apartment, or a hotel if my roommate is there.
[I'm palmfacing at this point.]
I haven't mentioned that not once has this kid even asked much about me, besides the usual. So I'm kinda just looking at it as a way to kinda pass my time, but in all honesty, it sucks. And if it makes me a horrible person then I'm horrible, but this kid will never, and I mean never, see the light of day of my face. In real life.
So he keeps going on and on about how much he likes me and how much we could do together, and how we're meant to be together and all this other shit. And then he starts asking me for my phone number again, telling me he really wants to text me during the day because he misses me a lot.
--impales with shovel--
I'm still refusing to give it out, still with the whole "I don't have a phone I'm using my Dad's phone" excuse. He then gives me his phone number -- again -- and tells me to text him, and it's alright if I hide my number. ... what? I mean, if I block the number, you can't see mine, but if my dad REALLY had my phone and saw all these random numbers, I mean.... the hell? So I tell him I can't call or text him, it's not my phone.
He gets mad at me. Because I'm "not making enough effort to make this work" and I'm "not looking for a relationship at all, you[ talking about me here ] just want teh sex."
.... is anyone laughing out there yet? I was rofl-ing at this point.
I school this kid, HARD. I pull up all the last messages he's ever sent me, throwing back the "I only want sex, not a relationship" claim back to his face. This was the 1st of the last 2 message I sent him:
" You sit there and tell me I only want sex from you when all along you've been the only one talking about sex from ME. Getting a hotel room together for a night? Kickin' it watching TV? May lead to more? All that shit I just showed you and you just tried to justify?? Bullshit, you know what you want, and it ain't me. You're not even my type!! But you seemed like a nice person. All along you've been nothing but bullshit. I even said, SPECIFICALLY, that I'm not looking for a random hook-up on here. Friends first, and then progression if it leads there. I dunno what the fuck you want, but stop messaging me, period. You're full of it. You apprently can't read, and you've been obsessed with me from DAY ONE. You sent me 7 messages before I ever responded to you! You've been bugging me for my number, which I don't give out to just anyone, and you can't take no for no? Come on, kid! Grow up. If you ever want to have a true love relationship, leave the fucking sex out of it. Get to know someone without bringing up the sex. Long story short? You ain't gettin' into someone's heart through their pants, bud."
A few days went by, and I got this back:
"You ain't the only boy I've been talkin to, so don't get a big head. I can have all the boys in the sea, and you just one of my prospects. You coulda had all this, all you ever would need, and thats fucked up foreva. You gonna haveta work hard to get this shit back. And I can get any boy I want. I didnt want to kick it with you anyway. You a lame muthafucka anyway, aint worth my time, punkass."
......
I showed this to my friend, and I think he died laughing. Said what I was thinking: Thank God I have a fuckin' brain.
My last message to him wasn't really full of anything important, except for that I was keeping the messages and spreading them around to the friends I had made so far so that, well, he would have a hard time finding anyone pretty much. Oh yeah, I can be a hard-ass bastard if I wanna. I mentioned a screen name of someone I'd start with, and yeah....
He sent one back quickly changing his tone. Apparently that was the person he was talking to. Begs me not to do anything.
What do I do?
Well, I message my bud -- name's Mike -- with some information. And I didn't feel one bit bad about it.
So, Creeper Guy hasn't messaged me in about a week now. My life is bliss.
I can go back to talking to Kyle, and my new friend from this, Colby. They're both really cool. : )
Sometimes life offers up stuff like this, And I have to say, it's worth it most of the time, at least for me. : )
If that makes me horrible, I'll deal with it.
Anyway, I'm off to watch... well, watch nothing particularly of interest. Once my dad gets back from wherever he went, I'm headed to the gym. Unfortunately right now we only have two cars, so my dad and I are forced to share one. It's annoying the shit out of me, makes me wish that I had my OWN car here. I wanna go to the gym, I've reached the end of my 5-day relax period.
I'm out.
Peace Easy, Friends.