WTF

There is a guy at work who stares at me constantly. I don’t see him on a regular basis – especially since I moved buildings. He’s tall and has gray hair and glasses – probably old enough to be my father. When he looks at me, the hair on the back of my neck stands up and I have to force myself to keep putting one foot in front of the other instead of running the opposite direction screaming and leaving a pee-trail behind me. I don’t recall him ever speaking to me. Yesterday, I received 9 emails from him – at least, I think it’s him. None of them are business related. Thankfully, in email #2, he gave me the opportunity to tell him I have a boyfriend – by asking me where my husband and I are from. Through Lotus Notes, employees may Instant Message each other. Today he started IMing me. I told him I was having trouble placing him (I still wasn’t sure if this was creepy older guy or not) and he said I directed him to someone’s office once. That’s not memorable to me because everyone always thinks that I am the admin. Still, I couldn’t have spent more than 30 seconds with the guy. I’m getting creeped out. I am incredibly short with all of my responses. You would think he’d get the hint but nooooooo.

Why does this always have to happen to me? I could understand if I was schmoozing the guy on the elevator, but I’ve hardly spoken to him! I’m tired of it! Why can’t some cute guy my own age decide to email me 9 times? I always wind up with these Nutbags/Russians/Guys Who Think I Want To See Their Junk who don’t care that I have a boyfriend/am not interested/would rather shoot myself in the eyeball with a bbgun repeatedly than talk to. I feel like I need to blog about it because I have seen way too many episodes of Unsolved Mysteries and I know that I could be taken at any moment and nobody would know where to find my body. This is a good start. Oh, and for the investigators who are going through my computer, all the talk of drug use here is COMPLETELY FICTICIOUS.