The Dog-Crapper Guy

I have moved into a new apartment and found the people in my new building are much more friendly than the people in my last apartment, who were all crazy. Everyone in my new building complex owns a dog, or at least a good 98% do, from what I've been told.

I was coming home from work one day this fall when I ran into a guy on the landing inside my apartment building. Actually, he was holding the door for me. He seemed pretty nice and I had no intention of stopping to talk to him, but he began talking to me. I'd never seen him before or his doberman pinscher "puppy". When I told him I'd never seen him before he was surprised, and explained he is around a lot.

We talked for about 5-10 minutes on the landing, while his dog decided to take a crap at the bottom of the stairs, in which Jason said,"I knew he was going to do that." Great, I'm so impressed. Each of us went through a short history of our lives, and he started asking me about hanging out sometime. He asked for my phone number and I, thinking he seemed normal, gave it to him.

He then texted me, once I got up to my apartment, so I'd have his number. He then also texted another 3 or 4 times, asking if I liked Starbucks, where I work out and if I wanted to play pool some time. He was starting to become a bother. Obviously he's not a "take life as it comes" kind of guy.

In all, he asked about going to see a horror movie. I don't watch horror at all, because I wake up screaming bloody murder and others sleeping in the same house do not appreciate the sound. He also asked about playing pool. I had a boyfriend who used to win pool tournaments, so if he couldn't get me interestd in the game no one can. He also wanted to know where I work out and thought we could work out together. This guy recently left the army and is huge, where I am very thin and never work out. I can't imagine how we'd end up exercising together. I was getting the definite impression that we had nothing in common.

Later that night (about 4 hrs) he texted me again, wanting to know if I was busy and wanted to hang out. I thought this was a little too much. I'd talked to him less than 4 hrs ago. Couldnt we have set up something then, if both of us wanted to see each other again that day?

The next evening he texted me again as I was about to go out for evening. He wanted to know if wanted to join him at Caribou. Mind you, 24hrs before I had told him I'm hardly ever busy but do have two parties I was attending the next day. After getting the flood of texts the day before I was getting annoyed so I reminded him I'd told him about my plans the day before when we'd met. He wrote back saying he'd forgotten I was busy this weekend and didn't contact me all weekend. He evidently believes that if one is busy on Friday they must be busy all weekend long. That was not what I had said at all, but was somewhat relieved he would be leaving me alone.

On Monday afternoon he texted me at work to see if I wanted to go out for coffee. I agreed, but said I was going to be busy later in the evening, so it couldn't be long. He took it to mean I was wanting to get together immediately. I had to remind him I was at work and meant late afternoon.

Later that afternoon I cancelled on him, realizing that I was coming up with all sorts of excuses to get out of the non-date. He is a college student, studying Criminal Justice, which seemed ironic that he would be so close to a creepy stalker, until a friend told me about a study she'd read about. It said cops and criminals have similar desires and personalities. The difference is the cops know when to say when.

That night he caught on that I was avoiding him. I explained I was not interested in a relationship right now and that I was not used to men being so forward. He responded saying he had just wanted to be friends. I thought that was rather funny, since I've never run into a person who was so fervent in just pursuing a "friendship."

I saw him this last Sunday morning, after not seeing him for over a month, and he was watching his dogs outside, while he stood inside in a ugly brown bathrobe. As I walked outside he complimented me on my pajama pants I was still wearing. Don't ask me why.