When the past comes back to bite you
Social media can be a wonderful thing, but it also has its drawbacks. A couple of weeks ago I got a friend request from a guy I knew briefly in college 30+ years ago. I made the mistake of going out with him once and the next thing I knew, he was planning our wedding. Back in the day – before caller ID and the word stalking was in vogue, he was considered a pain in the ass. Now I’m not implying he was dangerous, just persistent. I didn’t find out until after the date from hell that he lived in the apartment across from mine with a clear view into my bedroom. My roommate was kind enough to switch rooms with me but Mr. Persistent kept calling. After a month or so I told him I was seeing someone. In about a week he called to tell me I’d lied – which I had – there was no boyfriend. He continued calling and making a pest of himself until the end of the semester. I switched rooms and never heard from him again.
Until the seven Facebook messages. Apparently his persistence is a lifelong thing. I checked out his profile and he’s married with five kids. Still lives in my old hometown. Apparently none of that stopped him from asking if I was happily married. Seriously? I ignored him. I guess once a stalker always a stalker.