Bear blog

I just realised I've been very lax in keeping everyone up to date with my wannabe stalker boy.

He started work at the Computer Centre last week. It means that he's in closer proximity to me for more of the time. Bit creepy. Apparently he 'popped in' to see 'everyone' on Monday last week when I was away tending to my injured boyfriend. For just such an emergency there's now an informal agreement at work that if he comes in or phones then I am 'shelving'. And may be gone for some hours.

Then a couple of days later I was walking home along University Road and this little voice suddenly pipes up behind me 'Going home then?'. Shudder. He walked me into town. All the way down New Walk I was trying to think up some reason for me to dash off in the opposite direction, or hide in a bush, or stand in the middle of the road with a bag over my head until he'd gone. But he eventually went his own way. The conversation was slightly strained though. I was trying to keep on the subject of the wedding. At one point he made a comment about how I should have a get-out plan. Then he started on about how he didn't really like his new work because of the over-abundance of men, and how he felt like he needed a certain level of female companionship.

The next day I made a point of wandering up with Sally to Entrance 1 before walking back down University Road, in the hopes that he would already have left work. I was just coming up to Entrance 2 when I saw him walking down the road. So I stopped back for a few seconds waiting for him to get a head start, then followed him up the road a couple of hundred yards behind him, trying to be inconspicuous and stick to the hedges every time he turned round. What really creeped me out was that he didn't walk the way I was expecting him to (i.e the way he had told me he usually walks), but instead went the way we had gone the day before, down New Walk. Ewww, creepy! That wasn't a pleasant walk home.    

This week he's finally bullied a group of people to go out to the pub for a belated leaving do. He emailed me yesterday to tell me that he was hoping I was going to attend. I told him very politely that, unfortunately, I would be off juggling so no, I wouldn't be there. Then, a matter of seconds after I pressed send, I got a reply from him saying 'How about lunch with me some time then?'

Haven't replied to that one yet. Don't quite know how. I think I'm just going to pretend that I never saw it. Feigning ignorance is always the best way to go about dealing with these situations.