A former co-worker has a thing for me. He calls and texts all the time, and asks me out on a weekly basis. I get a distinct “creeped out” vibe from him so I find a million reasons to say no. I listen to my gut.
Friday night he called me, saying he “wasn’t stalking” me but that he had driven by my house and noticed I wasn’t home and where was I? I told him yes, he was a stalker and that I was out with a friend. He laughed. I declined to meet him for a drink. My bestie says I need to “shut him down,” stat. I’ve tried. I’m still trying.
He called tonight just to chat and talk about his week…and ask about doing something this week. Um, we aren’t close. That’s weird. I have plans each weekend until mid October. Sorry I’m not sorry.
In non-boy related news—my sister-in-law posted on my wall that my youngest nephew, who will be 2 on Saturday, saw a girl run by their house. He said “Emmie!” (that’s what my nephews call me) as she ran by. It was not me, but it is so great that he knows that Emmie runs. THAT is the legacy I want to have with those boys.
“New Girl” and “The Mindy Project” start back up tonight. I’m SO EXCITED!
Thank you for all the compliments on my picture yesterday. You made my day!