Last Sunday night myself and some musician friends went on an epic pub crawl. My bag was stolen from a Camden pub at 2 am, and I accepted a ride home from a late-40s mandolin player who, while I’d seen him once or twice in sessions around town, I didn’t know very well. Another couple of fiddle players got a lift from him as well, and he dropped them off first.
ERROR IN JUDGMENT #1: Getting into car with friend of a friend I’d only met once, who had just finished a half-pint.
ERROR IN JUDGMENT #2: Allowing friend of a friend into flat at 3 am after he asked to use the toilet.
ERROR IN JUDGMENT #3: Not kicking friend of a friend out when he asked for a cup of tea. In my flat. At 3 am.
ERROR IN JUDGMENT #4: Not kicking friend of a friend out when he sat on my bed and started chatting about musician friends. In my flat. At 3 am.
He finally left about twenty minutes later, I went into the bathroom to change into my pajamas. I came out and saw that his car was still parked on the street outside my house. I turned out the light, and he drove away almost immediately.
ERROR IN JUDGMENT #5: Not calling the cops because that is creepy.
Monday and today I spent tracking down my stolen phone, which had been thrown in a mailbox and retrieved by a Royal Mail worker (thankfully with no expensive calls made, I’m still confused about that). Said Royal Mail worker had called the last few people in my contacts list, and one of them was Mr Skeezy, whose phone I’d borrowed in the pub to ring mine to see if it was anywhere near.
Today I got home to find an unstamped letter in my mailbox from Mr Skeezy, with a fiddle doodled on it, saying that he’d got a call from the Royal Mail on my phone, hoped I’d got it and my bag back, and that there was a session on Thursday night he was driving to if I wanted a lift.
I am very upset with myself for allowing him in my house in the first place, and I’m having a lot of trouble overcoming the guilt enough to figure out what to do. How do I get him to leave me alone? I don’t feel like there is anything overtly objectionable in his behaviour that I can point to, because I did invite him in. How do you think he would respond to a text message or something just saying, “You are making me uncomfortable, please leave me alone”? I will probably still see him occasionally at sessions and other big group musical things, but I would like to stop feeling like I’m going to see him with a pair of night-vision binoculars every time I look out my window. I’m really upset about this.