Wednesday 3 July 2013

Being nice to the lonely girl:The conclusion

This is what I hope to be the conclusion of the story of my unwanted admirer.  I left this story at the point of myself reluctantly adding the girl in question back to my facebook friends list, knowing it would probably end in tears (for her that is). Despite the fact I had gotten into a relationship at this point this still didn’t stop her from messaging me, albeit a little less frequently.
After ignoring her for a while she seemed to have got the message, perhaps her head was turned by a knight in shining armour? People she had died? Whatever the reason was I was happy without the dozens of messages from her each day.
A few months past and she started up again. One particular series of comments came just after I had gotten engaged “you should be with me and not her”, “I can make you happy”, “choose me instead” and so on...all of which were public. Let’s just say my partner wasn’t best pleased, I didn’t blame her either, I was pretty shocked myself.  Why couldn’t my stalker just leave me alone?? What was it about me that she obviously found so irresistible that she could not restrain herself from commenting? Every tactic I could think of hadn’t worked. I just continued to ignore her.
My relationship didn’t work out and I felt the lowest I had ever felt in my life. As soon as I made this information public on facebook and she became aware that I was single she sent me a message within minutes of this announcement asking me out on a date, and telling me I should be with her.
Can you believe this girl?? Was she serious?? I had just broken up with the girl I was planning to marry weeks before the wedding day and she was buzzing around like a fly around a turd (although I don’t usually liken myself to a turd) Why would someone even dream about asking someone on a date who was in my situation?? I certainly wouldn’t do it. It was clear to me that she had little or no idea about relationships, how to talk to people generally. Did she have a mental illness?? I didn’t think she does, but there was something not quite right.
I got a gift voucher off her for Christmas last year, full marks on persistence, but if she thought that was going to swing the deal her way then she was very much mistaken.
The amount of times late last year she would ask me to go down south to see her I had lost count of. I told her I didn’t have any money, she offered to pay for my train tickets. She invited me to all sorts of activities and events in her town. I was just not interested. Why wouldn’t she get the hint?? How many years had she wasted her life on me now. I felt uncomfortable, I grew angry towards her. But I was too nice to say anything and would reply occasionally, because I find it difficult to ignore people as I hate being ignored myself...so I let the frustration build, and build and build.
Eventually early on this year it all came to a head. I was getting good morning texts, good night texts, hope you are having a nice breakfast, lunch and dinner texts and everything else in between.
“i really fancy you”, “you are hot”, “i love your muscles”, “what are you up to”, “you ok?”, “have i upset you”, “what’s wrong?” , “please text back”, “I’ve just had a cheese sandwich” she kept going on...and on...and on...
This was typical of the text messages. However on facebook, well let’s just say I’m surprised my laptop didn’t explode with the amount of inboxes I was getting from her.
Enough was enough....I snapped for the first time. I lost my cool. I sent her a message telling her a few home truths. I wasn’t nasty but I told her a few things that she needed to hear, for her own benefit. That she was overbearing, way too full on and that is probably why she had never got close to getting a boyfriend in her nearly 30 years on this earth.
5 minutes passed and she wrote a status.
“Am I allergic to men?”
I commented, I told her that if she read my message again she would understand that unless she changed a few things men would run a mile.
Then her family and friends got involved. I was getting abuse from them. She was a perfect, wonderful, lovely girl and I was a ‘bully’ I had led her on and ripped her heart to shreds apparently, so she had been telling them all. She was the victim; I was a horrible man who should keep his opinions to himself. Brilliant, I try and help someone and get all that back in return.
I blocked her from facebook and asked her not to contact me ever again. She said that she just wanted to be my friend. As if I would believe that. It’s been a few months now since all of this.

I am not sure what the morale of the story is but i hope no one ever has to have  an experience like I did.