Watch Boy Stalker Part II

So, I haven't posted in a quite a while...but I feel as though I should document the latest happenings between I and WBS.  Actually, this isn't the latest happenings....this is the run down of events that happened a few months ago, however Im just getting to put it all down in words.  So here goes it...

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. 

Watch Boy Stalker + Tall Mocha w/ Extra Whip=Migraine

So in a nutshell, for the past few days I've endured incredible-y bad migraines. Im actually experiencing one of these incredible-y bad migraines as I type, so although I haven't blogged in a good 2+ months, I still have decided to keep this entry fairly short and too the point. Does this sadden you? If so you can blame Orlando aka Watch Boy Stalker....but for time purposes we'll call him WBS.
So....this is my story. Every day I faithfully visit Starbucks before I head into work. I go in at the exact same time every morning....9:55am. At this exact time I order a tall mocha with extra whip and an ice-d lemon pound cake. No. not the entire cake. Just a slice. Its become so regular that on my last visit I was told upon arrival, "Goodmorning hun, since its the holiday season we had to put the ice-d gingerbread pound cake in the case but we still have some ice-d lemon in the back for you" So on one of these fateful mornings as Im headed to work, with mocha in hand, and crumb of ice-d lemon pound cake slice in mouth, I am approached by said boy, WBS. In short here is our convo.

WBS: hey....can I talk to you for a second
SBG:What do you want?
WBS:Why is your face looking like that?
SBG:Im trying to figure out what you want from me
WBS:Well, I work right across the way at the watch place...I see you go into Starbucks every morning at the exact same time and I want to get to know you....Can I take you out to lunch sometime.
SBG:Listen, next time you decide to approach a woman out of the blue you need to introduce yourself first.
WBS: Oh I apologize...my name is Orlando...
SBG: Well, Orlando, my name is Renee, nice to meet you...(I proceed to walk away)
WBS:...Hey wait...you never said if I could take you out!
SBG:....I go to Starbucks the same time every day...you'll see me again.

So after this, I vowed to sacrifice my morning coffee and danish, by never going to Starbucks again, in order to avoid Orlando...aka WBS. However a few days later I thought I would beat the system by going at 11 oclock to throw WBS off, and still go to Starbucks. In essence....the smell of espresso broke me. I gave in. Orlando was at the watch store. He saw me. I was caught. sadness. So fast forward to a week later, when Im sure you can relate to my surprise when I looked up from my paperwork to find Orlando standing in front of me. ...

SBG: How did you find out where I worked?
WBS:I was in here a little while ago and I was watching you the other day, but I didn't want to say anything...
SBG: I cant believe you came to my job....
WBS: You never told me if you would go out with me or not...

The rest of this conversation is unecissary. Just know this...I since have not been to Starbucks for the past 5 days, therefore I am going into Caffeine Withdraw, therefore I am experiencing wildly painful heachaches, all because of my stalker WBS...with whom I still have not gone out to lunch with, and will continue to starve every morning and endure painful migrains in order to avoid his creepy-ness. So finally, for Christmas, all I ask for is a Duncan Donuts Gift Card. Thank you. Good night.