Guys, I'm sick. I don't know what I caught from my germy friends and/or co-workers but I feel like I have Ebola, West Nile and Tuberculosis all rolled into one. I hate being sick because all I do is sleep and hug the toilet. I also hate being sick because the first thing people assume is pregnancy. I ain't pregnant!! Just sick. So pray for me yall.
I was scheduled to work until 5:30 pm but I didn't make it to 10 am. I was throwing up all over the place so I was sent home.
Remember phone stalker? He is now officially a stalker! Isn't that sad? Damn I must attract crazies or something. Now after this fool cursed me out via text for not answering his 15 phones calls, he called me the next day. After 9 pm so I picked up to curse his ass out. After all, did I not tell him to lose my number? He called and starts apologizing and wanted a second chance.
He got a "Hell to the Naw" and the dial tone. Besides he actually lives in New Jersey. Umm yeah. No go. Besides he starting talking a little...weird to me. Like I was The One or something. Although I am a compliment whore and will fish all the compliments I can out your ass, he gave me too many compliments. Now I can appreciate if I look all bogus yet you still compliment me (even though I think you're full of it) but he took it too far.
Him: I liked how your hair was full and puffy.
^^^Yeah after the club those are called Naps! And I had braids in my hair! So any full and puffiness you've seen was called "new growth". And I would appreciate if you would not point out that fact.
Him: Your face was just shiny, like glazed chocolate. I felt like an angel was in my presence.
^^^Yeah that was called sweat. I already hate sweating so this did not have the "awww" effect you were going for. I mean hey that was a cute little try but umm no. And you called me "glazed chocolate". Have you seen a glazed chocolate doughnut? Looks ashy as hell in comparison to the plain one. So...you were basically calling me ashy. And that's sexy?
He said some more foolishness but I started getting irritated because I was watching TV and he was distracting me. So I had to basically cut him off. Told him it was nothing personal but I don't think we have a lot of common and besides it wouldn't work out between us. I even went back to one of my high school lines (which I got from my best male friend when he was trying to get rid of a pesky girl) : Baby it's not you. It's me. I am a dog. I probably will cheat on you, lie to you, and just break your heart. You deserve better. And I can't be that woman you want right now...
Or something along that line. Of course this didn't work as I guess he felt he could change my "dogish" ways and turn a bad girl good. Doesn't he know this doesn't happen?
Next thing you know, this fool popped up at my job. Yes yall...my job. So I'm on lunch Monday and they send someone to find me because my "boyfriend" is looking for me. Thinking they are talking about my real boyfriend, I hurry up back to the hotel. He doesn't come up to my job so I'm thinking the worst as I'm running back to the hotel. I'm starting to get myself upset, thinking something has happened in the family. Don't play with me when it comes to family. So I get in the lobby, huffing and puffing, and I don't see him. So I ask where is he and they point to a guy on the couch.
It's him.
Instantly my hairs on my neck stand up. Sure I told him I worked at the Marriott but I never told him which one. In fact, I never even told him my last name. So he gets up just the cheesing. Smile as big as the void where my stomach dropped. So I'm just rooted to the spot because I'm just stunned. So you know my co-workers (unaware that they could possibly be victims to a massacre) are just the cooing and cheesing, like "Aw isn't that sweet? Tenacious' man dropped by girl and with flowers. I wish my man would do that".
^^^All Black men don't look alike and I'm mad because these co-workers have seen my boyfriend and him and stalker looks nothing alike. Hell my boyfriend and I went out for drinks with these co-workers. My boyfriend is brown skinned, tall, and with a short afro (that I have been begging him to cut off). Stalker is dark, about 5'8'' and bald.
So before I can tell them that this ain't my man, he whips out the flowers they were talking about. Nice roses but he didn't get the memo that I have a Black Thumb in flowers. I can't even grow a Chia-Pet let alone keep some cut flowers alive for more than a day or two. So he's holding out the flowers, I'm screaming inside, and everyone in the lobby has stopped to look at us.
So I finally find my voice because his appearance has basically slapped the sh*t outta me. I guess he sees that I'm not thrilled and try to steer me to a chair so we can talk (yeah in front, I definitely wasn't going around the corner with him). He starts babbling on how he spent all day calling all the Marriotts in the DC/Maryland/VA area to see which one I worked at. Lo and behold on like the 20th try, he struck gold. So he decided to surprise me with the flowers because he knew I wasn't serious when I was talking about not seeing him and how he understands how scared one can get when they get to know a new person and don't understand the feelings that emerge. So he came to let me know he was serious about me and I don't have to be afraid because he'll be there "guiding" me the rest of the way...together.
^^^Nuts right?
I got the slack jaw still going on because I am just....Hell I still don't have a word for what I was feeling. I was mad that Marriott volunteers info just like that to anyone who calls. Hello? Have they not heard of stalkers, restraining orders, new identities, etc? Don't be just advertising where the hell I work to anyone, ok? I was mad that he took the time to call damn near every Marriott in the area to find my ass. I am mad there wasn't anyone else with my first name working for Marriott. Times like these I wish my name were Jennifer. Everyone has someone that work with them named Jennifer. I'm mad that I told him I worked for the Marriott. And I am too mad that I was sitting there just listening to him rambling on which encouraged him to ramble on some more. Hell I'm mad that I left half a meatball sandwich at Subway. For his ass.
So I cut him off in the middle of his ramblings to basically ask him have he lost the left side of his f*cking mind? I mean seriously did he lose it because we can look for it together? WTF possessed you to hunt me down at work to talk about our non-existence of a relationship? I was dead ass serious. Besides I guess you didn't get the "I have a boyfriend" memo?
^^^This is why I definitely have to cut my flirting short. Yet another reason as to why I need to keep my smile and words to myself.
This fool brushes me off. Brushes me off yall. He's basically like I know you got a man but I'm your new man so get rid of him. I laughed. Laughed long and hard. So after I just read him for like 10 minutes, I get up and tell him I'm going back to work and don't he ever, ever, ever show his damn face around my job or I'm going to have to have security escort his ass out the hotel. I leave the damn flowers right there because I am not trying to encourage him. This nut looks at me and say "I'll see you later", like he never heard one word I just said.
I storm off. Of course some heff come up to me and hand me the flowers. I throw them b*tches in the garbage. So now it's "lover's spat" being whispered around the office. I finally have to whip a picture of my boyfriend out and explain the difference. Now it's "lover's triangle". *sigh* I should have just left it alone.
He calls me throughout the day. I hang up. I get off of work and I step outside. There he is. Now I ain't stupid. I'm not going to let him follow me home so I basically flip. I'm not at work so I can get as loud and ghetto as I want and of course I do. I curse his ass out. I call him sh*t that don't even exist. He gets angry and yells at me. So we're just two fools yelling at each other on the corner. He calls me a "fucking bitch". I call him a "stalker". So after the 10th "Leave me the f*ck alone" I walk off.
He calls me on my cell 20 minutes later. Nice little voicemail. He's sorry and he doesn't want to scare me off so he's willing to do whatever. He's not even going to catch his flight home until he knows everything is straight with us. There is no us!
*sigh*
So he plays phone tag a few more times that day. I ignore all his calls. He calls up to my job, he get the dial tone. He pops up Tuesday and Wednesday but luckily my girl sees him, knows the situation, and steer his ass on. Of course he curses me out daily via voicemail and then blubbers an apology. I even have my boyfriend picking me up from work so I can avoid him.
My phone has been quiet since Friday. And he didn't show up (to my knowledge, he could be lurking in the corner) at my job this weekend. Do you think he got the clue?
Damn stalker. Ruins it for everyone else. I’m not even picking up calls that don’t have an ID for fear it’s his ass.
And I’m sick? Sh*t I’m too sick to run let alone try to outrun a deranged killer. Dude is disturbed.
So pray for me yall.
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