Like most single people, i have turned to the internet to meet my “soulmate” for a lack of a better word. I have not yet found the “perle rare” though i have met some nice guys but we just didn’t click. But i have also met some unreliable, psycho fucks, that last one just won’t let go… jeez man i’m not that special… drop it… pleassssssseeeeee
I met him on a dating website. His conversations were interesting enough, not the most talkative person but it’s ok english not being his first language (god knows it’s not mine) but yet he insists on writing in english, good practice for me. So after many chats, i decide What they fuck… and i give him my phone number i know i know i shouldn’t have… . He calls and doesn’t say much again… so i fill dead air with mindless chitchat. He loves the sound of my voice… First mistake… he tells me i should work for a sex phone line… yeah i know i heard that before and i know where it’s going… phone sex… so being somewhat blunt i tell him straight away, i don’t do phone sex. He starts to tell he wants to meet me… ok i set up one meeting, he cancels… another, he cancels again… and a last one… doesn’t show up. Can’t call him don’t have his number. So when he finally calls, i have to admit he has balls… i confront him yes mister lives with his g/f. OK well i’m sorry i can’t talk to you anymore… … but wait jools it’s over, we’re only living together because we’re stuck with the house… yeah right, and i’m a 6’5, 420 lbs trucker named Buck. I stand firm. NO that’s it, don’t call me, don’t email me, this is not going to work.
For about 2 months, I don’t hear from him… hey he is a relatively decent guy afterall… he got the message… YEAH RIGHT… A week ago he started calling eveyday, sometimes twice a day, leaving me these really sleazy messages… (havin to do with my voice, lips and sexual practices… ), sending me emails to give him another chance. I ignored his calls or his emails so he decides that maybe he should stop calling during the day (he knows i work the 9 to 5 job… idiot) and call in the morning, might get me home at 6 am… 6 FUCKING AM… this is the conversation:
him: hi! you called
me: groggy as hell… what???
him: you called?? i was beeped?
me: (recognizing his voice) no i didn’t call, i was fucking sleeping
him: (he starts laughing… like he pulled a fast one on me) you don,t know who this is he?
me: yeah fuckwart i know who this is… and you call me again i’m calling the cops
me: slamming the phone down, swearing in every language i know
I was so freaking mad… i was shaking all over… hopefully he took me seriously about the cops (god knows what they would do but hey i’ll say anything to get him off my back). I get to work, check out my messages, there is one of him telling me that he understands that he blew it with me but he would still like to meet me, just to get to see me face to face… AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH, what doesn’t he understand??? WHY ME??? it’s now 4:43 in the afternoon, took my messages home and there it is… his freaking voice again… telling me when he’s free this weekend, what am i suppose to do? how can i make him understand? i was almost crying out of desperation…
Ok now i might be able to have a nice evening with my friends… be a bit calmer… thank you all