Avert! Avert! A story about a stalker

I realized that fellow readers (if there are any) don't know very much about my life. I guess that's the cool part about remaining anonymous. But..I have a story that might help you get to know me a little better. Or at least, make you feel bad for me.

When I was thinking about which college I should attend, I went to a leadership powwow at the one I actually chose to attend. It was the first weekend in February, and by the end of it, I was sold on coming here. There were about 100 high school seniors, give or take. The Ambassadors hosted the event, and we had a sleepover up at a cabin. So, there was this boy in my group named MC (his initials..just in case he finds this, and decides to stalk-blog me, he isn't as embarrassed.)

MC was a nice boy, but he came from a town of a graduating class of a whooping 25 students. Needless to say, he lacked certain...social abilities/skills/what have you. His goal for the end of the powwow, was to have 100 contacts in his phone. He had 96, and he reached his goal. I was one of the lucky 4 he asked. Luckily, he asked me for my "contact information", and not my number. So, I gave him my email address. He also said and did a few things that made me feel a little...awkward, but I am spacing on the specifics. Or maybe I'm just trying to block it out of my head.

I went and stayed with my grandma that weekend, and then my mom and I drove back home Sunday night. When I got home and finally checked my email (I tried putting it off as long as possible, knowing this kid might have probably emailed me), I had 5 emails from him, asking me how I was doing. So, I was nice, and emailed him back. Every once in a while, after I hadn't emailed him for a while, I'd get another email from him saying something along the ling of "how goes it" and that was it. I always emailed him back, and I figured I would be nice, because seeing one more face at school, wouldn't kill me. So then MC and I were friends on FB.

Within the first 3 days, he would always talk to me on the chat thing. And, if you ask me about this, I will tell you how much I hate it..weird, socially awkward boys talking to me on facebook is so not one of my favorite things. Usually, I get excited when I'm writing a blog, and then I hear that little "click" and look up to see Facebook flashing New Message from .... Because it makes me feel popular. And usually it's cute boys, or best friends telling me funny stories, or asking how I am doing.
MC told me he loved me. Every time he got online. (Which was a lot) It confused me. I hadn't done anything to make him love me...if I had done anything, I did things that would make normal people totally creeped out. Because that's just how I come off to some people, I guess.

So, I didn't know how to respond. He told me it was his brother, but...it kept happening. Okay loser. I deleted him as a friend and blocked him. And the emails had stopped. (Keep in mind this is mid April-May).

I moved away to school, and was doing fine. I got adjusted abnormally fast. I was busy with student council meetings and activities, random road trips to the Very Warm City 45 Minutes Away that started at 11 at night. I hadn't seen MC, and thought maybe once about how I hoped he decided to go somewhere else. But I was content with life. The first tailgate party came, and I saw him there. He said my name, and asked if that was me. I just walked away from him, totally freaked out.

He followed me. I ran into a girl I went to elementary school and high school with, who's super fake. I tried talking to her, and he came up and just kept saying my name over and over again. She I guess is really bad at reading people, and so she started saying my name. I told her I would talk to her later.

A few months later, my friends and I were coming back from our institute class, and we were walking through the student center when I saw MC again. Oh shiii. I tried to hide so he wouldn't see me or say anything. So he started talking to my friend. Weird, who introduces themselves to people they see walking thru the student center? MC. They talked for a minute, and then MC asked who his friends were. My friend was utterly confused, but said my name anyway. MC asked what my last name was, and then stood there with my back facing him and he told me that the Facebook thing was his brother. He stood there for a few minutes, and then decided finally, I probably wouldn't say anything back to him. So he told me he'd talk to me later. Please don't. My friends asked what had happened, and as I was telling them about it, he walked past us. Oh shiii squared.

About a month later, I ran into him again. I had to go up to the student council offices for something, but the person I needed to talk to wasn't there, and I noticed that Roommate, Floormate, and a cute boy were there, eating lunch. So we went to talk to them. MC was talking to a couple people a few tables over. My stress level sky-rocketed when I saw him. I tried to ignore him, and hide myself while he walked away. Roommate, Floormate and the cute boy noticed I was acting strange, so they asked what happened. I turned around, remembering what happened last time, and made sure he was out of ear shot. Except MC turned around, and came back to talk to me, again..with my back facing him. Our conversation went something like this:

MC: "I'm really sorry. That facebook thing was a joke. Please forgive me."
Me: ----------------
MC: "I really don't want to leave a bad image of myself in your head."
Me: ----------------
Friends: What is going on?
MC: "Please tell me what I did wrong. I just want to know."
Friends: This is weird.
Me: -----------------
(praying he'll leave)
MC: "I'll do anything to make this right."
Me: -----------------
MC: "Fine. I guess girls always win anyway."
Cute boy: "I'm not so sure about that."

Finally, MC leaves. Cute boy tells me that that was the most awkward thing he'd ever lived through, and it didn't even happen to him. Imagine how I felt.

Finals week, and Christmas break both came and went, and things were fine. And, I came back to school, and someone added me on facebook that I didn't know. We didn't have any mutual friends, and he didn't look familiar. But he went to my college, so I sent a message asking if, and how he knew me. He was just creepy, and said he was sure he knew me. I asked him if we had any classes together, and we didn't. I had no idea who this kid was. I asked Roommate, Floormate, everymate. No one had heard of him. So, I didn't accept it.

Come to find out..he's friends with MC. Best friends. Sa-wheet.

I went to a gymnastics meet with some friends, and we moved seats 7 times. I realized that MC and RandomFacebookFriend were sitting by the people we usually sat with. So, that was weird, and my stress levels went extremely high. We decided that seats to the side, and above him were our safest bet. During intermission/half-time, he came up with a ski-pass, and shoved it in my hands. He told me I could use it to destress, and walked away. I couldn't say no thanks, because I don't ski. Ever. So, I was weirded out. And embarrassed, because the guy sitting in front of me, turned and asked if I had just been hit on. "Pretty sure you were just hit on. He just hit on you!" Thank you? Someone else turned around and asked if I knew the boy, and I said I wished I didn't.

Roommate told me that I should just be nice, because he could give me something even better than a ski pass. I prefer not to talk to him. Ever. And I'm super nervous everytime I do. I saw RandomFacebookFriend at the fireside tonight, and begged her to switch me seats, so he wouldn't approach me. We ended up moving.

I don't really know how to end this. But, I just hope and pray I never have to see him. So far, I've been doing fairly well. Well...goodnight?