"Bobby"

On this episode of MySpace Romeos, we meet someone that actually had potential to be a new friend/whatever…but then as always, creepiness made its way in and the whole thing went awry. For the sake of protecting this guy’s identity (and the chance of him reading this) we’ll just call him “Bobby”. Let’s begin the story:

The Message:
About two weeks ago I received a message on MySpace from Bobby saying how he hoped he wasn’t bothering me and asked if I had good memories in 2008. It was a very nice, harmless message to which I responded. A few other messages were exchanged asking simple things like what I like to do for fun or what I like to do when I go out…my first clue to the forthcoming madness should have been the series of questions I received asking, “Let’s try and hang out, what are you doing this week? How’s tonight looking?”…but I didn’t really think anything of it because I thought he was cute and he seemed nice judging by the other messages so I gave him my number.

The Name Game:
I received a text message a couple of days later while I was at work. My second clue surfaced during this little text exchange. Not having recognized the number, I asked who it was (I assumed it was him but just to be sure) to which he replied saying it was the guy from MySpace. I responded asking what his name was - I’m horrible with names - to which he said, “Wow, you don’t even remember my name?” Then I said, “No, no I don’t, now what is it and how are you doing,” and then he replied, “OMG, I can’t believe you don’t remember my name, you just lost some cool points.” Not in the mood to play his little game, I told him I would just look it up on MySpace and then he said, “Oh, my name’s Bobby.”
BTW- That night I received two phone calls from him in the middle of the night, neither of which I picked up. Normally I don’t mind if friends call me late and wake me, but I don’t know him like that so I rolled over and fell asleep.

The Phone Call:
The next day, I decided to give him a call on my lunch break to see what this was all about. My first impression was a good one…well to begin with. He seemed very charismatic, funny, someone I could get along with, but very quickly the conversation became awkward. He started asking me very personal questions that I wasn’t comfortable answering, at least right off the bat. It was our first phone conversation! He became very pushy on wanting to meet me which also threw me off. I told him usually wait to meet people for about a week or so, so that way at least a couple of conversations can be exchanged in order to determine whether I’d get along with that new person or not (keep in mind he told me he has this “first impressions rule” where if someone “does him wrong” within the first time he meets someone new, he cuts them off….yeah, whatever tool). He suddenly became even pushier to the point where I finally just gave in because he was bugging the crap out of me and I was also late for work. We decided to call each other after work (also keep in mind I told him I get off of work at 5pm) to make final plans and continued to text while I was at work. I had randomly told him I felt like going home (which I regret even starting the banter) and that started a series of random question like, “do you give good hugs,” and some other personal questions I veered away from answering. Since I was at work, my text-answering-time was spaced out because I was busy doing work and talking to people. He kept texting me and told me I was taking forever to answer, then proceeded to call me about an hour BEFORE I got out of work and followed up five seconds later with a text asking if I was busy…I told you I’m at work dumbass, I’m not going to pick up the phone...I didn’t tell him that but I should have.

The Cancellation:
At work during this text banter, I was officially creeped out by his desperation and decided to just lie to him and tell him I was busy that night after all. I called him after work having already decided what I was going to say, the conversation was interesting to say the least. I proceeded to tell him a friend had been texting me at work (reason as to why I was taking so long to answer, haha) asking if we were still on for a girl’s night because she’s always busy with work and her new boyfriend and that particular night of the week are her only nights free. He started this ridiculous attempt at trying to make me feel guilty by telling me he had told all his friends he couldn’t hang out with them because he was hanging out with me and he couldn’t hang out on the weekends because he’s SOOOO busy with work and friends and he like to keep his weekends to himself. He then said his heart was broken and it couldn’t be mended to which I responded, “well, I can mend it, but you’ll have to wait for next week,” to which he replied, *drum roll*, “well, there might not be a next week.” Stunned at the fact that he actually said that, I laughed and asked what he was talking about. He told me, “Don’t you remember, its part of my first impression rule? But call me later if you’re plans cancel or something.” I said, “Yeah I’ll do that, I have to go now,” hung up and decided right then and there I was never going to talk to him again. Needless to say, I got a text from him later on that evening asking how my night was going, I didn’t answer. At around 3am I received a phone call from him, I didn’t answer…the tale doesn’t end here, read on.

The Next Day:
The next morning he sent me another text asking if I was mad at him and I told him I didn’t know him well enough to be mad at him but that I didn’t like his little ultimatum. He then asked me to hang out that night to which I said no. He then called me and asked what it was that I was doing and I simply said, “I don’t know what I’m doing tonight, but I know I’m busy.” As he kept trying to convince me to hang out, someone called him on the other line and we hung up. Later on, he called another 3 or 4 times, texted me a bunch to which I finally told him I wasn’t interested and that it was nice talking to him. He then tried again to make me feel guilty by telling me I was the one pulling back and that he didn’t understand why…perhaps the desperation and douche-baggery had something to do with it, hmm? He also asked me to tell him what he did wrong so that he knew what not to do or say for future reference. I ignored all the following text messages and didn't hear from him after that...too bad it didn't end there.

The Last Straw:
Just when I though I had finally gotten rid of him, again Bobby strikes. He sent yet another text message asking if I was mad at him…AGAIN. No more “Mr. Nice Guy,” I thought. I tried it my way and now it was time to pull out the big guns. I told him to stop talking to me and that I just didn’t like him. He replied and asked me to tell him what he did wrong and that he’ll leave me alone. I told him he was doing it right now by NOT leaving me alone. He then asked how he was different from the others, I told him, “You’re different because when I told you to leave me alone you didn’t. Most people who read English know what that means, now stop it or I’m going to report you to the phone company.”

I haven’t heard from him since.

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