French Cowboy: Stalker Anyone?
Enjoli, Mistress of White Trash Hell
I figured that with two pregnancies under my belt and a few extra pounds (no hanging flab or rolls mind you - just "softer" and way "curvier" than I used to be) and the looming 40th just a hop, skip and a jump away that I wouldn't have this issue anymore. WRONG!!!
Anywho, I've told French Cowboy to hit the road so many times I've lost count. I've done it nicely - and not so nicely (as only a true Yankee can...). I've hit him, cussed him and basically chastised him from head to toe, and he is apparently just getting started.
He told me about two months ago that he always gets what he wants. My reply: "This time you don't". Of course he only wants to sleep with me one time before we get married just to make sure it is good. (YES HE SAID THAT).
So, he IM'd me again today. "You are exactly what I'm looking for" BLAH BLAH BLAH. Ick.
I'm tired of fighting with him so I just ignored him. He will be at my house tonight I'm sure. Luckily I have pepper spray and a nasty attitude where he is concerned.
This is the one and only time that I miss the crazy ex hubby. He was such a wacko he would wipe the ground with these guys regularly - and seemed to really enjoy it in a maniacal sort of way. I guess that was our Ying and Yang. He liked to fight and I would have wackos hitting on me that would give him an outlet for his anger.
I need to hire a bodyguard. Anyone know a cute one?