Well, so much for all that…
… so much of a horsefly that I completely deleted my FetLife account.
I was going to name the horsefly “MM” for Military Man. Now you will only need to know that for the rest of this post (most of which will be copied and pasted from my Verizon messenger feed).
Thursday we texted sporadically throughout the day: getting to know each other, sexy texts, etc… We made plans to meet up on Saturday afternoon but not anything specific.
Friday we texted our “Good mornings” and later in the afternoon I thought of something…
I am blue, MM is red.
2.5 hours later, I get the following text:
What the hell?!?!? It was uncanny because that was exactly what was happening! Did MM google my phone number, get my work information and then follow me?? Was he sitting in a car somewhere close watching me smoke blunts in my date’s front seat while we sat and talked??
I totally panicked! My heart started trying to explode out of my chest and I cautiously looked around the parking lot to see if there was anyone sitting alone in a car. It was a quick glance, but I didn’t see anything. Then I responded to MM (I was creeped out! I didn’t know what to do/say – partly because I had lied and partly because his timing was plain-old bizarre):
I made up a lame excuse to my date about that text being from my daughters and they’d gotten into a fight (*sigh* yes, I lied… I feel like shit for that BTW, but I was freaking out at the time!). I was visibly upset so he accepted my lie and drove me back to my car.
My date was over 😦 and it was a good date, too!! (I’ll tell you about it later, I promise!)
He gave me a big hug and made sure that I got into my car safely and that it started up okay before he drove away.
After my date had left, and my car was warming up, I sent the following text to MM:
(Yes, I realize that I really was lying to him, but I wanted to know how he knew and, also, WHAT THE FUCK was going on!!!)
I drove a few minutes before the tears overtook me and my body started shaking.
All I kept thinking was, It’s still before 10. Alaska is probably home. I could call him and see if I can go over to his house. Or just talk to him until I feel better…
So, I called him. While the phone rang on his end, I kept wishing to myself, Please don’t answer. Please don’t answer.
Luckily, he didn’t answer.
In fact, Alaska never called or texted at all to see why I tried calling him Friday night.
However, Sunday I received these last two messages from MM:
In fact, MM was indeed “perfectly clear”. I never responded to his text, nor do I plan to.
However, rest assured that if I receive any more correspondence from him, you all will be the first to know!