Freak Magnet

Just before I met Wilderness Man, this other dude and I talked on MSN. He told me he was busy talking to other chicks, and I don't do well with head games, so I moved on.

A few weeks later, he messaged me, asking for my phone number so we could talk. I refused to give it to him, as it didn't seem right while I was seeing Wilderness Man and trying to figure out where things were headed.

Dude pushed me for my number every day, and every day, I refused. After what happened with the stage 8er, I was a little hesitant to give it out, and there was something about him that didn't seem quite right.

He gave me his number and tried to ultimatum me (if you don't call me I'm NEVER speaking to you again!), which backfired on him twice.

One evening I got home from work to discover messages from him in my inbox:

Sent: March 16, 2010 3:58PM
Subject: Is that tit?

Sent: March 16, 2010 4:33PM
Subject: Re: Is that tit?

Sent: March 16, 2010 4:34PM
Subject: Re: Is that tit?
I'm fucked up don't call me

Sent: March 16, 2010 4:34PM
Subject: Re: Is that tit?
My balls smell like cheese

Sent: March 16, 2010 6:04PM
Subject: Re: Is that tit?
Ok I'm free now you can call

I didn't call (obviously). It appears my dad is justified in calling me a freak magnet.

Oh, and remember this guy? I signed onto POF the other day, and there was a message from a name that sounded so familiar to me. One click later, his picture appeared on my screen, and I realized it was Band Boy! The message was a simple hi, how are you? :), so I don't know if he remembers me or not? Judging by the poem on his profile about the soul mate he hasn't met yet, dude is still rocking the emo.

The problem with round two of POF is that the freaks I dated round one are still single (or single again) and still freaks, with some deluded idea that I'd give them another shot.

Date with a new guy on Friday. His breath better be decent, that's all I'm saying.

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