So maybe the reason I aquire these horrible date stories and series of stalkers is because I'm just too damn nice to say a flat out no to people...I told psycho I'd talk to her on Monday when I got back to Valdosta about meeting him. Maybe she'll have given him to a different friend bye then. Yeah, with my luck that'll really happen...any good excuses so I don't have to write a real sequel??
Yea...No such luck yall, here's the real sequel...
So psycho calls me at 11:30 pm wanting to know if she can give Steven my number...I crumbled and said yes...he called at 12 am...on a school night. Country boy was at work...he's a milkman (you know, the old fashion type thing with freezer trucks who drop bottles of mill off at shops to be sold). He starts our conversation with 8 minutes on his friend who just died. Now, I can sympathize that this boy is upset, he just lost his cousin's best friend to electricution and the funeral is tomorrow. But, in general, is this a good story to start off with when talking to a chick you want to date? Survey says...no. That's more of a long term relationship chronicle, or maybe an explanation as to why you are crying over the salad. So then he realizes he doesn't know me and starts to ask about me...umm, I'm just your basic college freshman. Yeah, he signed for school today....he wants to start working on trains with his daddy in Waycross, Georgia...he also told me that he quit his last job because it involved too much travel. Hello? Isn't that what trains do? This is painful...we move on to talking about drinking and our favorite places to do so...and he invites me to Savannah with him for St. Patrick's day. Let's have a first day before we plan on next year, okay honey? I fake a big yawn and ramble something about how nice it was to talk to him but I'm so tired, when he pulls the "Psycho thinks so much of you..." Can I get around this without saying how sweet she is? (Beacuse she isn't...) Maybe..."Yeah, she's something too...I'll tell you one thing, I'm not quite as wild as her, that girl is hilarious!" Eh, sounded nice enough, right? So I ask about them growing up together...psycho said they have known each other since they were children...they met in Wal-mart 2 months ago because she was hitting on one of Steven's friends. Yea, this blind date will never happen, trust me this time. I have 2 pages full of reasons to say no. So, don't call back please, Caragh is closed to the lonely-boys-on-the-rebound-who-have-illegitamate-children-and-dead-end-jobs-who-are-too-old-for-me-anyway-and-can't-talk-about-anyplace-bue-Podunkville-Georgia-where-they-were-"born and bred" department...
But of course in my life that never happens...He just called back 45 minutes after I told him I was going to bed, to let me know he will be in Valdosta tomorrow...do I want to hang out? Umm...sorry, I have class until 8. Hey, kickboxing is a class, kinda, maybe, oh screw it, stop calling! But no, he calls again the next night, but I don't answer, then the next morning at 7am, and 7:30 am, and 9 am while I'm in class! And that't not the worst part, because I think he got the message I wasn't answering my phone when he called, so about 11pm, I get a call from "Restricted ID"...and I was so confused as to where this call could be coming from that it wouldn't be on my caller id that I answered...big mistake, it was him! And I had to call him on this and find out why he blocked his number to call me. "Umm, well, uh, yea, sometimes my phone just does that..." Sure, liar liar pants on fire...It goes without saying I didn't answer the 4 other restricted ID calls that night, and first thing I did the next day was call Psycho and tell her to have him stop. I have enough stalkers without her finding new ones for me...
