Name Dropper turned Stalker

I can't say there weren't warning signs. After my first, and only, date with the Name Dropper I dutifully described it in full for Sweet Dee. Though I noticed a lingering air of self-entitlement and bitterness around him, she took the analysis even further and said he sounded really possessive. However, it has taken me a few weeks to realize the full extent of his strangeness.

I neglected to include in the previous blog post that I had planned to meet up with Robert and Sweet Dee at Town after that date. When I told the Name Dropper that I needed to be back at my apartment by 10:30pm at the latest he said it wouldn't be a problem. I should also explain that I allowed him to pick me up. I know, I know! This was a terrible idea! Butttt.... I had just started my nanny job at that point, and hadn't gotten the first paycheck so I was a little short on cash. Basically I let him pick me up because I was flat broke and I know he goes to church with my cousin. This made it seem less likely that he was a serial killer and/or rapist. But in hindsight I still shouldn't have let him know where I live. Right now I'm just happy my building has good security.

So after we finished eating, the Name Dropper asked if I wanted to go to Veritas wine bar. He promised it was really close by and we would be back to my apartment in plenty of time for me to meet up with everyone. I hesitantly agreed-how am I going to turn down a free glass of wine? Veritas ended up being super crowded and it was almost impossible to get the waiter's attention. After 15 minutes of waiting there I told him I really had to leave, and didn't mind just taking a cab. He, however, insisted that I stay, saying that he would be seriously offended if I didn't and promised we could still make it back in time. Not wanting to make waves, I let him convince me. We finally arrived back at my apartment thirty minutes late; I was angry but he was charmingly apologetic. He even offered to drive us to Town, but that stuck me as odd and I declined.

He then sent me a message on OkCupid a few days later asking if I was free the following weekend. I told him that the LSAT was coming up soon and I really needed to study. A few days later the Name Dropper asked if we could hang out after I finished my LSAT and celebrate. This the second clue I had that he was a little odd. Taking a major test like the LSAT is a big deal to most people, the resulting euphoria and/or despair one typically feels upon finishing is generally best celebrated with close friends and/or family who don't mind seeing you bawl, at least in my opinion. So I thought it was a little presumptuous to assume that I didn't already have plans, he sent the message four days before the test, and told him that I had been planning out that evening's activities with my friends for quite some time.

His response? "um ok............ well lemme know if/when you ever want to hang out again." I immediately subtracted points for poor spelling. Additionally, WTF?! Passive aggressive much? I had been willing to go out with this guy a second time to at least figure out if his name dropping compulsion was a one time thing. This message was off-putting to say the least so I didn't respond.

The day of the LSAT he sent me a text wishing me good luck, and I felt obligated to respond (damn my good-mannered Southern nature!). He then sent a series of texts asking in-depth questions about the test which I didn't feel like re-living after the fact, so I stopped responding. I feel a little like the guy in Sweet Dee's last post, I did go semi-AWOL on him in a sense. To be fair though, he did say I should let him know if I wanted to hang out again. I don't, so I didn't initiate any more conversation.

The Name Dropper apparently had a hard time getting the hint. Three days ago he sent me a friend request on Facebook. Let's be clear, this guy didn't have my email address and I'm pretty sure he didn't even have my last name. That means he must have searched Facebook for hours trying to find me. I ended up ignoring the request, deciding that we couldn't possibly have anything further to say to one another. This did not fail to elicit a reaction from him.

A few days later I received this Facebook message:

"wow...i see how it is... if you don't have time for me then maybe i'll just have to run into you on campus..."

Apparently he has a thing for ellipses...and me. Also, would it kill him to use capitalization? However, this does beg the question does he really see how it is? Has it really taken him over three weeks of silence on my end to discover that I am not interested? Maybe I should have been more direct. I thought about sending him a message back:

Dear Name Dropper,

You are exhibiting stalker-ish tendencies. Please leave me alone and never contact me again. Maybe this is why you have yet to find someone to date, you smother people.

Here's hoping I never run into you again,

Delilah

In the end, I decided to just keep ignoring him. Anyone else ever have this problem? Should I have just been more direct in the first place?