Princess MoMo

On April 1, I posted an entry, which I will now reprint in its entirety because if you haven’t read it, you should. It gives you a glimpse of the looney tune specimens that are out there. I knew when I received that message from a clinger from dating past that it wouldn’t be the last I heard from him.  In grey is the reprint and below that is the new material.

Not only do dating sites offer annoying ghosts of dating present, but also ghosts of dating past. I checked one of my online dating sites this morning (though I find myself virtually never responding to anyone these days) to find that one of the ghosts of dating past had written me a message. Below is the message, followed by the back-story.

 

everythingheisnt 3/31/2012 11:35:01 PM Oh my godddddd! I can’t believe I found you here! Do you remember me?? I hope so. Some of the best days ever. You’re ridiculously delicious ;) anyway I’ve grown and times have changed and I’ve only gotten better so I’d love nothing more than to reconnect! I’m in law now and life is great! I’d love to make some more amazing memories and you truly are an intelligent wonderful free spirit and i think we would just take the world over by storm ;) just text me as soon as you get this! Christopher 732REDACTED

 

Texting him was the furthest thing on my mind after reading that message.  Instead, I wanted to commit cyber suicide, i.e., kill my online profile.  On May 30, 2009, I met this character.  I had moved to NJ from DC one week prior and had to stock up on some fresh produce (i.e., new specimens).  I went to a BBQ with a friend. I scoped out the scene and honed in on Christopher because I thought he was the most attractive specimen there (but, remember, it’s all relative).  I determined that he was there without a female counterpart and then decreased the proximity between us.  Without fail, I was able to lure in my prey.  We talked for several hours and exchanged numbers.

 

Within minutes of leaving the BBQ, he texted me that he missed me, wishes I’d come over and a bunch of other nonsense.  Crimson red flag.  The next day, he texted again asking if I wanted to come over for family BBQ.   Stupidly, I agreed.  I drove to his house to find that there was no BBQ going on and he lived in his parents’ basement.  According to him, the others who were there for the supposed BBQ had left.  We talked for a while and I assume he fed me.  (My memory isn’t 100% on this encounter because it was 3 years ago.)  Then, he started telling me about some girl he met the night before he met me and how hot and amazing he thought she was.  Turn off.  Here’s a clue, guys, if you’re trying to mack it to a girl, telling her about how hot and amazing you think some other girl is probably isn’t the best of strategies.  I politely listened to his crap and eventually left.

 

That night, he texted non-stop about how great he though I was and how he couldn’t wait to see me, blah blah blah.  I responded with something to the effect of, “I think we’d be better off as friends.”  He flipped out via text and demanded a phone call because he couldn’t understand how I could break things off that way.   I didn’t understand what the fuck his problem was given we had met about 24 hours prior.   But, again stupidly, I called him.

 

He pled his case about how he didn’t know what went wrong and he didn’t want to lose me.  I remained calm and told him that he didn’t even know me, he should pursue the other girl and that my decision was final.  An hour and 11 minutes later (I remember that because I was highly annoyed at the waste of my time that I allowed to happen), he was repeating himself.  I said, “We’re just going in circles now after one hour and 11 minutes.”  I finally got off of the phone.

 

The next day, he texted me some total garbage about wanting to take a picture of me next to a beautiful rose bush.  Now, I was convinced of his insanity.  I responded with something about him missing the point of our one hour and 11 minute conversation.  He proceded to tell me about how great I am and how great we’d be together.  I ignored him.  A few days later, I noticed on facebook that he had defriended me and that he was listed as in a relationship (with the girl he had told me about).  The good news: I am way hotter than her.  The bad news: It’s irrelevant.  Within a week, that relationship was over and he sent another friend request.  Denied.

 

He kept texting me.  I ignored him.  Ignoring only fuels the crazy.  On June 13, 2009, he sent me the following facebook message:

 

I wanna fuck you.

really fucking amazingly.
quit the shit and call me.

bye.

 

What a ladies’ man.  Throughout the days, he continued his contact and I never responded.  Every so often, he’d send me a friend request and I’d either reject it or let it sit in facebook friend request purgatory.  I really had my hands full at the time I met him because I was dealing with another Stage 204982304823032 Clinger that I had met just one week prior to this clown and I had recently escaped yet another Clinger by moving from DC to NJ.  Eventually, all three fucked off (with the exception of continued periodic friend requests from all three).  Or so I thought until Mr. Christopher resurfaced on a dating site.

Freaking 5 days later, Christoper resurfaces. This time, he has a different username. Here’s what he had to say:

TheBestNothingLess 4/6/2012 1:23:09 PM Gonna leave me hanging out to dry hmm? It’s a pity. I truly felt we would be great for each other. Best of luck Monica

Analysis: “I truly felt we would be great for each other.”  What the fuck?  Within 24 hours of meeting him almost 3 years ago, I clearly expressed that I thought we would be the opposite of great for each other.   “Gonna leave me hanging out to dry hmm?”  Yes, dry, shrivel up and die away from me!!  Most women enjoy being pursued or chased, but this guy is over the top and crazy because his communications consist of what I assess to be manipulative false/exaggerated emotional garbage or if it is sincere (which is far worse), then he is legitimately nuts.  I prefer to avoid garbage or nuts of the non-edible variety.

THE END