I saw Hung Bleach Blonde Guy at my secret place today, and he actually talked to me for a bit. He could have easily avoided me, pretended he didn't see me, or acted like he didn't recognize/remember me. But he was the one to first say hello, and we had a short conversation. It's probably not the best for my obsessive personality, but again, he seems like a genuinely nice guy. Maybe he'll email me back this time.
(Side note: Anonymous brought up a pretty good point in his comment to "Just Sex?" when he suggested I'm afraid of being really hurt, so I fixate on fantasies. It's quite possible, though I'm not so sure if real hurt can feel much worse than what I felt the last time I saw HBBG with someone else.)
Also, Sharona called me again today. She wanted to wish me a happy birthday and said she sent me something to my apartment in _________ (she named my neighborhood). Though she's a day early, it really freaked me out that she knows when my birthday is and what neighborhood I live in. Granted, I probably told the Ukranian what part of town I live in, but I don't remember mentioning my birthday. She also said she wanted to jump out of a cake if only I would answer the phone. It's obviously a joke now, but I still get shaken up when she calls, and I have no idea who could be behind it. I accused Charlie, the only one who knew about him, my birthday, my neighborhood, etc., and he insists it's not him. It's still a mystery, and not one that I'm having any fun with anymore.
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beware of stalkers. it's been a recent theme for me. NOT fun.
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