No one likes a quitter

I have been a terrible settler and Jamestown resident, and I apologize to you, our fans, all 3 of you. We are back on track! Valentines Day was a bust because we reverted to our old habits by drinking red cocktails, eating chocolate covered things, and watching romantic comedies (only for irony folks), instead of finding dates. Good thing we never made consequences for the rules or else I could foresee myself being forced to sit through an eppy of Millionaire Matchmaker as punishment.

Because of my boss, whom I affectionately call "the weave" behind her back, I never got to blog about my stalker. It's true Cate had a much more threatening encounter, but mine is technology-wise better. Here we go, strap in tight.

So I had been pushing off dates with this 6 (his ranking) for quite some time, mainly because of "the weave." I finally have a free day over the weekend and TENTATIVELY (a running theme for us Jamestowners) make plans with him. He seems excited, however, there was NO LOCATION or TIME set. Sunday evening rolls around and I decide I much rather watch 'The Office' and eat Coldstone birthday cake remix (why am I fat?) than force myself to have a conversation with a 6 (at best). He calls, and I ignore it. Ok, that was juvenile, but I wasn't rejecting the date, just putting it off again.

So here is the detailed time of events:

9pm - comes around and I figure I am safe. No such luck. I get a text reading: ? That's it, just a question mark. I ignore it, figuring I can tell him I fell asleep and smooth everything out tomorrow. No such luck.
10pm - 6 CALLS IN A ROW! Wtf, I obviously can't answer now. I am getting slightly concerned.
11pm - 2 more calls back to back. Hmm maybe he is just concerned with my well being?
12pm - 1 more call for good measure I suppose.
12:30 - I go to bed, thinking I am in the clear and intent on blocking him from all internet communication sites in the morning. I figure all the calls warrant a legitimate fear.
6:02 AM!!!!! - 2 more calls. I was sure I was dreaming this one, but when I woke up for real at 8:30 ("the weave" doesn't request my presence until 10), I was assured it was no nightmare.
10am - I block him from instant messaging and the dating site from which I found him.
1pm - He calls my work number, which I NEVER GAVE HIM! I am actually freaked at this point but completely unsure what to do.
3pm - Another text with "?"

The phone attack ended there, but then a WEEK later I get this on a popular social networking site:

1. Clearly you aren't over it buddy.
2. Was there a question in there?
3. What was he trying to accomplish?
4. You effing insane, don't ever call me again mothafuckaa!

I realize I am irresistible, but this was pathetic and what sent me into a reclusive state in which I stared at my freakishly small nail beds all day and refused to log on to my assigned dating site. Don't worry kids, this chick is back and ready to take on the freaks! Bring 'em on!

all my love,
-chloe