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This goes way back, but it’s a crazy story so I must tell…

Way back in school there was this guy who had taken a very obvious interest in me.  I really can’t remember how we’d met, but every time I saw him, he’d always make a point to talk to me about some thing or another.  The problem was that this guy was weird.  I mean, socially awkward weird.

But me and my cordial self thought that it wouldn’t be very nice to ignore him.  I mean he may have been weird, but I was certain that he was harmless.

As we came to talk more and more, we finally got to the the point where we became “friends”.  I put that in quotations because looking back, he was never my friend.  But we were friendly enough that we spoke on the phone at times.

About a year later, I moved to New York.  Although I made no effort to keep in touch with him, he made a point to keep in touch with me.  At some point, he had asked for my address.  I figured he wanted to send me a letter or something (this was way before e-mail became popular, by the way). 

So I gave it to him.

After I recited my address, he responded, “I’m gonna come visit you in New York, ok?”.  I innocently said, “ok”.

Now, when someone says they’re gonna come visit, I usually take it in a rhetorical way.  Like, they’re just putting it out there, right?  Well that’s what I thought.  And in any case, someone who is really planning to visit usually makes an effort to coordinate their schedule with mine and make sure everything is ok before they arrive.

Low and behold, a couple weeks later, my doorbell was ringing.  I looked out the front window and who was it?  None other than weirdo himself!

And you know what was even worse????

He came by car.

Yep, that’s right.  He DROVE all the way from California to New York.

Do I even have to say it?….PSYCHO!

What did I do?

Ignore his crazy ass.

There was no way I was gonna let him in.  He didn’t clear his visit with me in any way, shape, or form.  He didn’t let me know he was coming, so he damn sure wasn’t getting in my front door!

I really don’t know what the lesson is here.

Just don’t share your personal information with people, especially someone you’re not really close with–Give him your email address and be done with it.

There’s more to this story, trust me.  I’ll stop there and continue later…