Day 3: Stalker Free

Dear World,
I would like to share a handy bit of information I just recently learned.

If a stranger gets your phone number, do not try to pursue any sort of relationship with him/her. 

I don't care if this person claims to be Mormon, Atheist, Catholic, Nigerian, Mexican, American, President, Emperor, or captain of his four square team, avoid him/her at ALL cost. Why am I rambling of such nonsense? Because I being a stupid, young high school student so many long years ago made a grave mistake. 

It was my Junior year. I was insecure, lonely, and incredibly stupid. One night I got a mysterious text message from a number I didn't know. Now, most people would have said "Sorry, wrong number!" (Texting Lingo: Sry wrng #) and left it at that. But no. Remember that part about me being 

                        lonely? 

I decided to make this strange new person one of my friends!
Now let's clarify a few things.
       1. He was only a year older than me
       2. He was on the seminary council
       3. He lived in Spanish Fork.

I knew people who knew him and had heard that he was dumb, but safe. At least I wasn't in immediate danger of murder, right?....

So here we are, three years later. I've dealt with his girl-like drama, listened to hours of him whining about how terrible his life is, and been through countless spells of him falling in love with me. You know what the funniest thing about this is? 

                    I've never met him.

Given that we live so close to each other, we've found ourselves in the same place at the same time and even caught glimpses of each other many a time. But circumstances have always kept us from having a face to face encounter. All I can say is thank the heavens. 

I know this is an odd thing to be suddenly bringing up after three long years, but today we reached a milestone in our relationship. 

     I ENDED IT.

Today I finally realized what an idiot I've been for the past three years. Today was the day that I put that drama queen in his place, and told him where to go. 

          Breaking point: His girlfriend didn't think she could trust me. So she wanted to talk to me and ask me a few questions, just to be safe. 

Now don't get me wrong, I like a crazy obsessive girlfriend just as much as the next gal, but really? Dude, she can babysit you if that's how you like it, but I'm not going to have any part in it. 

So here I sit alone on a Friday night blogging to, well...no one. I may not have anyone obsessively texting me, but at least I know I can sleep with both eyes closed

Stalker free.