So recently there has been a rather distressing turn of events. The above image is only a small portion of what I’ve been dealing with.
It seems someone has become rather fond of me… again. You show a guy a bit of friendly, empathetic attention, and you become his rather depressing artistic muse, I guess.
Earlier in the week, I heard from a long-time-ago-friend from high school. We had almost dated a couple of times from 9th to 12th grade, but it never really panned out. At the end of my freshman year in college, he was joining the Marines, and we spent his last night in the United States together before he shipped out. (Only as friends. At the time, I was seeing someone.) The next day, he was blowing my phone up after each flight. I remember specifically he asked me if I think we could be together when he gets back from overseas. I reminded him that I had a boyfriend of just over two years, so no… I didn’t see it ever happening between us.And he just kind of went his own way, and I’d hear from him sporadically.
I’ve only seen him a few times over the years, and the last time in particular really stands out. “I’m getting married next week!” He declared at the top of his lungs in my backseat. Then he proceeded to invite my friend and I to his wedding.
Next thing I know, two years later, he’s texting my phone. It seems the marriage isn’t working out, and they’ve separated, and he can’t stop thinking about me. #awkward So I tell him in the friendliest manner possible that I’m seeing someone, but I’ll always be around as a friend if he needs me.
So another year or so passes. On Sunday he adds me on Facebook, comments on my page, grabs my number from online, and texts me. We catch up, he tells me about his life, asks about mine… and then he lays one on me. “I love you and miss you so much.” Alright. He’s Cajun, and some Cajun fellas are big on the love… but knowing of his past attempts, I feel a bit awkward, and I respond with, “Miss ya, too, buddy!” in an attempt to not cross any lines. (He’s back with his wife, and they’re expecting their second kid.)
So then he starts telling me about his future plans. He wants to join the Airforce and would like to get stationed somewhere near me…and I told him that this area has some wonderful schools, etc. And I tell him his wife would really enjoy it. Then he says something about how he’d want to be stationed closer to me. Um… woah now, buddy. Rather awkwardly and without any reason, he tells me he loves me again. Piggish married man.
He then proceeds to text me the above picture because he wanted to do something nice for me, he said. The bangs and eyes are about right, I’ll give him that – but the way he is going behind his wife’s back and attempting to “woo” me is disgusting. I stopped responding to him altogether since he sent that picture. Since then I have received 8 text messages and 12 images of his tattoos and rather repulsive shirtless body.
I’m at my wits end. I don’t want to blow up on him because I’m not one for altercations, but I know if I respond, I’ll lose my patience and say something really hurtful. So right now I’m hoping the ignore-and-he’ll-go-away approach will be sufficient. I’m really glad I don’t live in the same time zone anymore with this numbskull.