I swore never to give WBS bka Watch Boy Stalker a chance. However, I kept feeling bad as I would take my daily walk to Starbucks every day (yes I started going again) and see him staring at me. ...I felt like I should at least say hello to him...its only the proper thing to do. So, anyway, after a few days of hello, he actually persuaded me to come by to talk for a few minutes.
So on this particular day, I did just that....and low and behold, WBS wasn't as negative of a human being that I previously thought. Now, don't get me wrong... in no way was he on my list of possibles....He was still a stalker, with a head shaped slightly reminding me of Burt (of the Ernie and Burt Sesame Street characters), and least not we forget...the boy still sold watches for a living.
But either way, that day WBS and I shared a few good laughs. (to make this quick....)
He said he'd call me later on. I said ok. Later on I received no call. I wondered why. He text me. The text said...Im in the car now, so I can text you. I'm still confused at this point as to the sense of texting in a car when it would be easier to put me on speaker phone (mind you the no cell in car law only applies to New Jersey, and at this time was not implemented yet regardless)...either way, he says he'll call when he gets home. He doesn't. Im surprised.
Either way, a few days later, after some excuse of a broken phone incident, WBS had my number again, and one more chance. That day we talked again. He's a vegetarian. He went to school for a few years..a couple I should say, considering a few would be three. ...anyway, he has 5 brothers etc. etc. you know the usual info....and he brings up his past relationship with a girl he was once in love with, known for 10 yrs...but they broke up because...blah blah blah...all things I am so not interested in hearing about.
So then I ask where he lives and if he has roomates. And then the silence becomes apparant as I am able to here the coffee beans grind all the way over at Starbucks...and then a light bulb goes off in my head....I ask..."You live with her dont you..."...so to make an even longer story short, I spend the rest of the 10 minutes at the watch place hearing excuses as to why he's living with his ex girlfriend, yet still thinks it makes a bit of sense to be hitting on me.
And you think thats the final clenture of the story. Oh...you are so very wrong.
The next day I dont see WBS. ...the day after that...still no WBS....and the day after that and the day after that...
Then one day my coworker comes in and tells me..."Hey, I saw Orlando in the newspaper. Hes in jail...have you spoken to him?"
So, to finish this post Im ending with this. I was right to ignore WBS, and all other crazy looking/acting guys that approach me, because in the end WBS wasn't a "nice guy, trying to get to know me" He merely was a college drop out, living with his ex girlfriend (thats why he could only text me, and couldn't call me at home), and now a criminal, featured in the Philadelphia Inquire.
I rest my case.
