The Adventures of Stalker Boy

My first attempt at testing out the "the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new" theory was an epic failure. And by that, I mean a complete disaster. Like, a hot mess...

Out at local watering hole with my 24 year old brother (I'm 35) and his friends one night in December. His graduating class was having an impromptu "reunion" where anyone who wanted to just showed up at the bar that night. Started talking to a guy who was acquaintences with my brother, who was 25. He is a musician, and I remember my brother talking about how talented he was when they were in high school. Anyway, younger guy and I are chatting it up, and flirting.  It was getting late, and I was tired so I said bye to my bro and friends. Younger guy asked if I was on Facebook. I told him yes, I had just joined, and to find me on there.  Didn't exchange numbers or anything like that...

The next day, I received and accepted a friend request from younger guy on FB. Didn't really have time to check out his page, because I was heading into the city for some shopping with friends.

The following week, younger guy sent me a message on FB, saying that it was great seeing me at the bar, that I was "just as hot as he remembered me" and that he had always had a crush on me. I was a little surprised, only because he and my brother weren't particularly close friends, and because we were far apart in age and I didn't really remember crossing paths with him that much. I basically said this to him, and he responded that we had crossed paths a few times in the last several years, we have some work-related acquaintences in common and had seen each other at various places in town. Honestly, I had forgotten seeing him, but did recall the places/times he mentioned.

Over the next week, we went back and forth a few times on FB, and finally the day before Christmas Eve he suggested getting together for a drink sometime and gave me his number. I messaged back, saying that would be great, and gave him my number.  So...over the next week or so, we exchanged flirty texts, which at times got pretty racy. I was kind of excited at being pursued by a younger man, and we agreed to go out for a drink the following weekend.

Then, things started getting a little weird. He started calling me. A lot. He would call, and if I didn't answer (I never answer my cell phone, weird quirk I have...) he would call back like 10 times in the course of 5 minutes. Then he would text asking why I wasn't answering. It started to irritate me, so I eased up on the sexting and stopped taking his calls. Then....he started sending me cock pictures. And not just 1 or 2, but lots. Him holding himself, standing in front of the mirror, laying down, basically any pose that showcased his fully erect member. Now, I will say, it was quite a cock. Great size and shape. But...I wasn't into getting bombarded by pics of it.

He requested pics of me, I didn't respond. The last straw was when he texted asking if I was home, because he was driving by my house and wanted to stop by.  I didn't remember ever telling him where I lived, so I responded, "How do you know where I live???" He responded that I had told him at some point in conversation which street I lived on and which business I lived across the street from. I didn't remember ever telling him this information. As it turns out, younger guy lives less than 1/2 mile from my house. Hmmmm.....

I started to feel like I was being stalked - texts, calls, dick pictures around the clock. I started responding less, making my texts more and more short hoping he would get the hint. Finally, I stopped responding altogether. He wouldn't take the hint. Kept calling and texting, leaving messages begging me to call him back, asking if I was "mad" at him. Then started calling me a tease, said I was playing games, etc.

I finally told him that I wasn't interested in getting involved with anyone right now and I really didn't want him calling/texting me anymore. He begrudgingly said "Fine. Your loss."

The icing on the cake of this story is that I found out after the fact that he has a girlfriend. My brother clued me in when I asked him if he knew much about this guy, and then when I looked closer at his FB pics (I really hate FB and joined simply because I was tired of explaining why I wasn't on there) I saw pics with the girlfriend!!!

So, my first foray into post-breakup shenanigans and cougar-dom backfired. Not sure what to take away from this except to do a more thorough background check next time, and to discourage the sending of dick pics.