For a whole year, there was one guy who kept asking me out on a date and my answer was always the same – no. He wasn’t a bad guy but he wasn’t my type either. I knew him from school and he had a reputation for being a cheater. Additionally, my friend had dated him and I wasn’t a fan of dating my friend’s exes. I don’t know how he found my social media account or WhatsApp number but it must have been the happiest day of his life because he used to message me every day.
After very many good mornings and how are yous, I finally replied to his message. This was the biggest mistake I made. However, I thought if I gave him my attention, he would leave me alone. I didn’t even know his identity since he didn’t have a profile picture or any posts. It was only when we started talking that he told me who he was.
“It’s John. I was dating Pauline in university.”
Normally, I wouldn’t have remembered him but the way he gave my friend a serious character development, I couldn’t forget him. The guy traumatized my friend to the point that she had to go to therapy. Naturally, I wanted nothing to do with him and continued to ignore him as soon as I found out who he was.
“You won’t believe who messaged me on social media,” I said to one of my university friends.
“Who?” She asked.
“John.”
There was a long pause as she tried to register who I was talking about.
“Pauline’s ex?” She asked.
“Yes.”
She gasped loudly.
“What did he want?”
“I don’t know. I don’t care.”
“For sure. Pauline shouldn’t even know about this.”
“Of course.”
My attempts to ignore him didn’t work since he continued to message me for a whole year. He tried to explain why he cheated on my friend and that he was a changed man but I wasn’t interested at all. When I blocked him on one account, he would create another one.
Then, he stopped messaging me. For a whole week, my phone didn’t buzz endlessly from Facebook messages. It felt like I had been released from prison since his constant messaging was making my life a living hell. I was happy that he had stopped sending me so many messages but I was worried about the reason.
“Or maybe he died.” My friend suggested.
“Don’t say that,” I warned her.
He might have been a nightmare for Pauline and now me but I didn’t want to imagine that he was no more.
A month later, I still hadn’t heard from John and I was now confident that he had completely disappeared from my life. Around the same time, I started talking to a guy I met online and was looking forward to meeting him.
He was the perfect gentleman and everything that I wanted in a man. I couldn’t wait to meet him and get to know more about me. He asked me out and I accepted it.
“Let’s go for drinks on Saturday.” He asked.
“I’d love to.”
I was so excited that nothing could change my mind about him, not even my friend.
“Just be careful he doesn’t turn out to be like the guy you ghosted who stalked you for a whole year.”
“He’s nothing like that monster.”
“Okay, call me if you need me.”
I got to the restaurant where we had agreed to meet a bit early so I could compose myself. I ordered a glass of wine and started scrolling through my phone. A few minutes later, I heard a deep voice from above me.
“Hi, Gladys.” He said.
The voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t tell who it was. Then, I looked up and instantly recognized the voice. It was John. The guy who had harassed me for a whole year after I ghosted him was standing right in front of me. I didn’t know what his intentions were or how he found out where I was. Then, it hit me that he was the guy I had been talking to for the past month online.
Nothing about the guy I was talking to and John was the same. The online guy was every girl’s dream guy and John was the guy your mother warns you about.
“What are you doing here?” I finally managed to ask.
“I’m your date. I’m the guy you were talking to.” He said with an evil smirk on his face.
I already knew he was the guy I was talking to. I just didn’t know what he wanted. Was he mad at me after I went ghost mode on him? Did he want revenge? I was confused. However, he did look really different. He looked and sounded more mature. He was calm and didn’t seem angry about how I treated him.
After a brief standoff, we both sat down and tried to have a cordial conversation.
“What do you really want?” I asked him.
“Can’t I reach out to an old friend?” He asked.
“We were never friends.”
“Well, I dated one of your best friends.”
“You were sleeping with several of my friends at the same time while you dated Pauline.”
He ignored my statement and diverted the conversation.
“How is she?” He asked.
“She’s happily married.”
“I know.”
Even though he tried to present himself as a changed man, I knew that he was the same devil deep down inside. He had an arrogance about him that he couldn’t hide no matter how hard he tried.
The date was very brief. I didn’t order anything and after warning him that I would call the police if he didn’t leave me alone, I left. I couldn’t even tell my friend that I had been on a date with John because she would go berzerk. Thankfully, he took my warning seriously and stayed away from me but I always have fears that he might start stalking me again.
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