Monday, July 19, 2010

Speaking of stalking...

So, I went on a date yesterday with a gentleman we'll call Librarian Frog, after his chosen profession. It was pretty uneventful- some decent conversation, some awkward moments (especially at the end, when he went in for a kiss, I turned, and he caught one-third of my bottom lip and half of my chin). Not blog-worthy, but not fantastic. I figure I'll give the guy at least one more chance to become one or the other.

That is, if he doesn't have some kind of psychotic break because I didn't talk to him immediately after our date.

It started harmlessly enough with an email he sent after last night's date, simply saying he had a great time and hoped to see me again blah blah blah. A little soon after the date to initiate contact in my opinion, but at least an email is relatively unobtrusive. And it just feels less creepy and stalker-ish.

Then I missed a call from him today at 9am. And 11am. And 2pm. And 9:45pm (ok, that one I saw and ignored).

After the last call, he left the following message, as transcribed from my answering machine (because I am that devoted to you, loyal readers):

Hello Sexless, How are you? It's Librarian Frog. It is about a quarter to ten Sunday night. Umm...I didn't hear back from you, umm...I hope it's not a bad thing, umm...I hope you had a good time yesterday because I did and I was hoping to talk to you today...umm...I don't wanna make this more complicated than it has to be. If for whatever reason you're not interested, I understand. If you could just send me a quick email, and I will go away. But I hope you're just busy and haven't gotten around to calling me back. So one way or another, I look forward to hearing from you soon. Have a good night, and Bye.

Well, damn. Talk about low self-esteem! I called the poor kid back so that he wouldn't be tempted to leap out a window or anything, and set up a date for Thursday, at which point he thought it prudent to remind me that, if I wanted to talk to him before then, just to say hi or whatever, I could call. Or email.

Or presumably send one of the carrier pigeons I have left over from Raspberry Beret.

Did I mention that this poor kid is 36 years old?

Oh, I didn't?

Maybe he is blog-worthy after all...

Saturday, July 17, 2010

A Raspberry Beret Update

Remember this frog?

After our ill-fated date, I severed all contact- blocked his Yahoo messages, Gmail chats, and Facebook friend requests, burned his letters and shot down his carrier pigeons.

Ok, he didn't actually try to Gmail Chat with me...

He did, however, send a Facebook friend request

To my dog.

I leave it to you to decide whether it is more pathetic that my dog has a Facebook, or that my awful date tried to stalk me through my dog.