Welcome, BlueStarlight! The purpose of this thread is not very obvious, I guess. Because we really don't have a purpose! *giggle* Actually, it's just off-topic adult conversation about whatever. And occasionally we play games.
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Carrie! I'm here! Twin has been lazy and not checking the threads like I used to. But I'm here! And you know exactly how I feel about your situation. I have had much to say about it and I'm sure you're up to your ears in it. But that won't stop me from adding my one-two punch with the rest of the ladies here: You are better without him. And better now than in who knows how much longer? Less wasted time, less memories made, less of HIM. You're too good for a guy like that. Yay for Carrie!
I have had a few creepy guy situations. Those of you that know me understand what a non-confrontational kind of gal I am. So I get myself into some tights spots very easily. One was just hilarious, though.
Well, this was during the time I was fairly seriously dating my now-husband. I was at the gym, but not at my usual time of day. This guy that I'd never seen before kept following me around, using all the machines next to mine, trying to talk to me, etc. I kept thinking to myself, "I will make sure I never come back to the gym at this time of day AGAIN, and then I'll never have to see him." He was so clingy! I didn't have a ring yet, and I could tell he was interested. I just kept being polite, but refrained from being too chatty. Just as I was trying to make my escape, he hurries and blurts out, "Can I have your number?" I was such a chicken! Nowadays I like to think that I would have been more ballsy. I had a great excuse, right? I had a boyfriend! But I felt sorry for him, I guess. I don't know. Anyway, I spit out the first made-up number I could think of. I mixed the first half of my home phone number with the last half of my mother's cell phone. It rolled off my tongue so easily that I know he believed me. And I left, thinking I'd never have to lay eyes on him again.
About two weeks later I was at my parents house, helping my brother weed the front yard, when my mom comes out holding the phone. She goes, "Lisa, the phone is for you" and I thought, "who in the world?" It was the guy! It was the guy! I can't for the life of me remember his name, but it went something like this:
Gym guy: "Lisa? This is ____"
Lisa: "Who?"
Gym guy: "Remember? From the gym?"
Lisa: (after a long, dramatic pause) *CLICK*
I just hung up. I could not believe he tracked me down! Creepy huh? At least he had the sense not to call me back after that. Can you believe it?