loser crybaby II

... the calls, the un announced visits, sometimes even to my bathroom, were very honesly begining to worry me. scare me even

But that was nothing compared to the day i pressed the hello button to sobbing and wailing at the other end of the line. So i do my part and try to calm loser down and get to the bottom of what he is going on about.

Turns out, i had not picked his calls for two days now. Infact, even when he had hidden caller I.D, i had somehow suspected that he was the one calling and had refused to pick. Fine, i have been known to have bionic powers sometimes(like that one time my tummy hurt sooo bad and i predicted that my period was coming. And sure enough, 3 hours later, there it was) but even i could not have guessed who was on the other end of the line if caller I.D read "no number."

So i let him rumble on and on about how bad and mean i was, all the while hopping that he would shut up and just let me be. it is bad enough having a stalker, but a crying stalker just down right freaks your freak. By now crybaby has stopped wailing lng enough to tell me that he is sick, and he will only get better if i go over and see him. I hear i am what the doctor prescribed. This was sounding all cheesy and tacky and quite frankly, nauseating. So i fake poor network, hung up and continue with my afternoon nap.


About an hour later, there is a loud pounding at the gate that announces an uninvited visitor gutsy enough to interrupt my siesta. I tell the house help to tell whoever it was that i was sleeping not to disturb me, at which point he returns to tell me that the guest had said he was sure i wanted to see him. This visit ended with me denying duncan a glass of water, shooing him out the gate and telling him to please call the next time he was coming to visit.

I have not had that many regrets in life, mainly because my life has been one big regret, i have not stopped to think, but i tell you i was regretting why i had invited pretty boy into my life. He was sucking the life out me this one was.

Dont you just hate when people refuse to take offense? You would think that pretty boy would be insulted at the way i had treated him, but the calls did not stop coming, he did not stop dropping the 'L' word(no phoebe, not lesbian)and never gave up waiting for me at the stage at the end of the day. And i did not have the heart to tell him to stop, i guess because i was not ready for another round of tears.


But they did come. Without any spurring. When one day, he dropped me at the gate, and before i slapped the door shut in his face, told me he loved me and got no response from me.

"why dont you love me antipop? why do i always tell you i love you and you do not tell me you love me back? why are you taking me for granted? why do you hurt me so? you are bad antipop. you are bad. you will never find a man who will love you as much as i can..." and he burst out crying. and i shut the door and walked very very fast to the house.

First of all, i did not ask him to love me. And there was no rule in any book that said i had to love him back. none that said i could not take him for granted. i mean, he was easy bait. And about hurting him, that was stretching it alittle. Because i had not really tried. He was damn right i did not want a man who would love me the way he did. I had had it.

That night, i composed a nice message, told him he was a nice guy and all, would find a beautiful girl that loved him the way he deserved, threw in the bit that he was a little too childish for me and wished him well.

Then he wrote back;

"what? who do you think you are? how dare you dump me you as***le? you have not heard the last of me. i will get back. infact, the next time i see you walking around, i will knock you down..." Phfffffftt. I am supposed to be spooked by a little boy who cries over girls? I was not.

That was over 2 months ago. He beeps me everyday. And i am happy to report that there has been no hit and run incident in my neighbourhood.