Stalkers and Technology

About a month ago, Josh and I are at the Cuff at 60's Karoke Night. I know, don't ask why we were there. Let's just say we were with two very bitchy sisters. (Maybe the subject of a future blog). Anyway two guys walked in together. One fairly cute guy and a weird looking guy in a kilt. They sitdown at a table close and the cute guy and I make eye contact a couple times.

I get up the courage (that means my 2nd beer) and walk over to their table.
It turns out the cute guy isn't really that cute, but he's a professional wrestler. Tell me, when's the last time you met a professional wrestler? Exactly! You don't get out enough. He is interesting and he tells me he will email the url of the wrestling site so I can get the schedule. Yea, like I'm actually going to go to a wrestling match. Anyway I give him my card which has my cell and email address.

Two days later I get a phone call from an unknown number. I answer and this guy says hi.
Hi.
Do you remember me?
No
I'm the guy at the Cuff the other night. Remember you put your hand up my kilt.
NO I DIDN"T.
Oh, well anyway guess where I am?
I don't know.
I'm at the Metropolitan Grill downtown.
Oh, that's a nice place.
Yea, I'm in the bathroom, in a stall with my pants around my ankles, and I'm......
Whoa!!! and I hang up.

Every day since then, I usually get about one or two calls or texts. He has even sent pictures of his anatomoy to me. I don't answer and always hit ignore on my phone. I know, I need to get out the 500 page Blackberry manual and figure out how to make it so his calls and texts won't even come through. But he's harmless.

Fast forward to a couple weeks ago. A woman at work (she's the nicest human being in the world by the way), asks if she can give my blog address to a friend of hers. Then she tells me how great the guy is and kind of sets us up.

So Dan emails me and we start chatting. We do this for a couple days then we agree to talk on the phone. He calls me up and we talk for about an hour, and he seems to be a genuine guy. We agree to meet the next Tuesday night at CC's to meet each other in real life. My friend had shown Dan a picture of me, but I had no idea what he looked like.

Right after Dan hangs up, the Church Lady (see previous blogs) calls me and we talk about the Sunday School schedule. Then my mom called and talked for like 45 minutes. After she hangs up, I figure I better capture Dan's number and put it in my cell. You can figure out what happened. I put the Church Lady's number in my cell as Dan's number.

Tuesday night at CC's I show up about 5 minutes early and walk in. There's this guy sitting near the front, who waves and says Hi, He's cute and friendly, so I say hi, and wait but he doesn't say anything else. OK that's not Dan. But in my mind I'm thinking OK, if Dan's a flake and doesn't show up, and this guy is still alone in 20 minutes, I'll go over and start talking.

I walk around the bar "displaying" myself in case Dan is there. No response from anyone. I get a beer and sit at a table close to the door and across from the cute guy. And WAIT and wait and WAIT. After about 15 minutes, I text Dan (really the Church Lady), saying "OK, I'm at the bar waiting for you" (Thank goodness the Church Lady doesn't text and both her and her husband know I'm gay).

Then my phone rings. I expect to see Dan's name on the screen, but it's the number of the stalker. So I press Ignore. A couple minutes later the stalker calls again. That's kind of weird even for him, Usually the 2 calls aren't that close together. The third time the stalker calls, I figure out OH, maybe that's not the stalker's number. I go to my history on the phone, and OMG,it's not the stalker's number - close but 2 numbers different.

So I call the number and the guy across from me for about 30 minutes picks up his phone and answers.
The cute guy across from me was Dan! To make a boring story short, Dan and I had a great time the rest of the night,and he came over the next week for dinner and a video. AND the most important thing, I have captured the stalkers number in my cell and assigned it the STALKER. So now when he calls it shows his name. Someday when I have time, I will learn how to make it so I don't even receive his calls.

Unlike other blogs, this one has no moral to the story. It is what it is. Speaking of nothing. My next blog will talk about my 3 day Landmark Forum seminar. I know some of you have been waiting to hear about the new version of me called Rick 2.0. But after the seminar I will be known as Rick 0.0 - You will get the meaning or non-meaning of this on my next blog.

Until Next Time - Wise OUT