Creepy stalkers need not apply
the weekend of my birthday (so I guess it was Sat, the 29th) I was watching NCAA football at a bar in Hollywood with a friend. This random dude ended up sitting at our table, and I think he was somehow connected to the people at the table next to us. I started talking to him because he brought a lined notebook to the bar and was scribbling in it the entire time. I swore he must be a bookie, so that is how the convo started. Apparently, it wasn't anything as exciting as that, he'd just gotten kicked out of his apartment and needed to move, so he was making a list. The only thing he kept expressing worry over was where he would store his "pump organ" which is apparently some antique kind of piano and which he'd recently bought on craigslist. He was kinda bizarro, to be honest. So anyway, towards the end of the game, I made friends with this girl at the next table, as it was her birthday and mine was the next day. We exchanged info and I've actually stayed in contact with her.
However, apparently at the point where we exchanged numbers, Pump Organ boy copied my digits into his trusty notebook. On the night of my birthday party, which he overheard me talking about with my new girl friend, he texted me and asked where the party was. I was just waking up from a nap and not all together, so I just said "we'll be at the Parlor! Come on over!" and then wracked my brain as to who I had just invited. When I finally figured it out, I looked at my phone again in confusion, wondering how he'd gotten my number, and there was a second text: "sorry about your team today, but I think I know a way to make you smile :)" EWWWWWW.
I ignored his text and never gave him the rest of the info, but he texted me later on in the night asking if he could take me out. My friend Rossi, who had been with me on the fateful day we met Pump Organ, told me to write "I'm flattered, but I'm seeing someone." Which is obviously true, well the second part, not the first. I wouldn't say I was flattered. Creeped out? Yes.
He wrote something back about letting him know if that changes or something, and then I figured that was the end of it. However, today, I got another text from Pump Organ: "when's the next party? ;)" Ugh. Enough. Lose my number!!!
I texted the new boy and he thought it hysterical and called him "resourceful." Well, I don't know that stealing a girl's number because she doesn't want to give it to you is "resourceful." I feel like it's more stupid than anything else, because if your call was welcomed, she probably would have given you her number in the first place.
Why do Weirdos find me and how can I get them to stay away?!
However, apparently at the point where we exchanged numbers, Pump Organ boy copied my digits into his trusty notebook. On the night of my birthday party, which he overheard me talking about with my new girl friend, he texted me and asked where the party was. I was just waking up from a nap and not all together, so I just said "we'll be at the Parlor! Come on over!" and then wracked my brain as to who I had just invited. When I finally figured it out, I looked at my phone again in confusion, wondering how he'd gotten my number, and there was a second text: "sorry about your team today, but I think I know a way to make you smile :)" EWWWWWW.
I ignored his text and never gave him the rest of the info, but he texted me later on in the night asking if he could take me out. My friend Rossi, who had been with me on the fateful day we met Pump Organ, told me to write "I'm flattered, but I'm seeing someone." Which is obviously true, well the second part, not the first. I wouldn't say I was flattered. Creeped out? Yes.
He wrote something back about letting him know if that changes or something, and then I figured that was the end of it. However, today, I got another text from Pump Organ: "when's the next party? ;)" Ugh. Enough. Lose my number!!!
I texted the new boy and he thought it hysterical and called him "resourceful." Well, I don't know that stealing a girl's number because she doesn't want to give it to you is "resourceful." I feel like it's more stupid than anything else, because if your call was welcomed, she probably would have given you her number in the first place.
Why do Weirdos find me and how can I get them to stay away?!