So here's the deal.
Remember Tall, Normal Guy?
Yeah. Well, I'm starting to think he's not so normal.
Here's a timeline: In early November, he follows me down the street and asks for my number. I give it to him. THREE WEEKS LATER, he calls. I miss the call, but text back. We trade texts, I ask him to lunch that coming Sunday. HE DOESN'T RESPOND. I write him off. THREE WEEKS LATER, he texts that he's still looking forward to seeing me. I ignore him.
Because, seriously, I have better things to do than go on a date with a guy who can't be bothered to respond to a lunch invitation.
So I figure that's that.
Until he texts me Christmas Eve. And again a few days later. Now, I'm IN SPAIN at this point, so these texts are eating into my valuable international plan text allowance. I don't respond. Because what am I going to say? Remember when you got my number, then didn't call, then did, but then didn't respond when I asked you to lunch? No? WELL, I DO, PAL.
And yes, I did just write PAL. And I'll do it again.
There's something so charmingly aggressive about the word PAL. It's derisive and hostile... yet still cute.
But I digress.
So then he texts on Valentine's Day. At 1 a.m. As in, ONE HOUR INTO THE DAY.
Am I supposed to be touched by this? Because I'm not. I'm creeped out. As in, Big Yucky Grossness. All I can think is, what, did he stay up late and at the stroke of midnight start texting all the girls he's followed down the street in the last year? How long does this go on? I haven't responded to a text or a phone call (Did I mention he's also called a couple times? Most recently tonight. Thus the rant.) since early December. As in, more than two months ago.
I mean, I know I'm awesome, but COME ON. We met for five seconds. It was a great five seconds.
Now it's over.
Anyway. Tonight I am officially changing Tall, Normal Guy's moniker to Tall, Creepy Guy.
Sad. But at this point, I'd say he's earned it.