So, here’s the story: I met this guy online. He contacted me first, if that matters. We chatted over the internet, then the phone, then finally met in person after almost a month. All seemed normal. He wasn’t quite my type, but being that I’ve been unattached for much too long, I decided “why the hell not give him a chance?” So I did.
Anyway, we had coffee and chatted. Although he was decent looking, and seemed nice enough, I did not feel much chemistry sizzling. But he asked if I would like to take a walk, and I thought ‘what would it hurt to hang out for a little while longer?’ So, as we’re taking a walk, and right as I was in the middle of saying something, he abruptly grabs me and wags his tongue in my face. I wasn’t turned out, but I felt put on the spot and tend to have a hard time saying ‘no’ to someone in that position. So, we smooch (well, more like he rolled his tongue around my face and I tried not to act like this was the most awkward thing I’ve done in a while), and then he tells me -
“I stare at your profile every night and jerk off to it. I have this fantasy that you jerk off on top of me right in the middle of a subway car”
I said I was flattered (I wasn’t, but didn’t want to seem rude) and made an excuse that I had to get up early, etc., etc. He let me go, but when I got home, there was already a message from him on my answering machine.
A couple of days go by, as I screened my calls (yeah, that was cowardly, but…), and he leaves me at least a message a day. Finally one day as I’m leaving work, he happens to be strolling along - right outside my office door. He claimed he just happened to be in the neighborhood (exactly why, he was vague about) and asked if I wanted to get some coffee. I couldn’t think up a reasonable excuse, tried to beg off that I was tired & wanted to go home, but he insisted on walking me to the train station.
Enough was enough I decided. I told him we’d have coffee. In the coffee-shop, he tried to tongue me again (which was even more awkward, as there were other customers and he was making a spectacle), but I pushed him back and told him, as nice as I could, that I didn’t feel attracted to him, thought he was coming on too strong, and didn’t want to go any further with this. As he listened, I could see tears welling up in his eyes and he whimpered and see to cave in a little. I really thought he was going to start bawling hysterically, but instead he said “fine” and left.
That was about a week and a half ago (the Monday after Thanksgiving). Just this past Sunday, my phone started ringing at 2am. Thinking that nobody would be calling at that time of the night unless it was an emergency, I picked it up. Sure enough - it’s him. His voice sounded slurred and fuzzy, and he tried to initiate phone sex with me. That’s when I let him have it. I yelled at him, stating bluntly that he gave me the creeps, that I didn’t appreciate getting drunken calls in the middle of the night, that - then he hung up.
That was Sunday. In the past three days since, I have come home to find at least three hang-up calls on my answering machine each day. I’ve been screening my calls, but I get at least two or three more hang-up calls every night.
Should I be worried about this? He hasn’t done anything genuinely threatening. In fact, he’s not very imposing physically. But I don’t feel particularly at ease alone in my apartment when the phone rings at 10 or 11 at night.