I received a text message at 7:30 am one morning.
“We need to talking… abaut you and me.”
I didn’t recognize the number. I was confused and intrigued. I thought maybe it was a friend playing a trick on me or something.
2 mins later another one came in:
“Were we go rong baby? Why you ignore me in 8 months?”
I scratched my head (perplexed) and thought “maybe they have the wrong number”.
Then another one came in:
“You say you enjoy to have love with me. Why you no let go. Let me be with one other.”
My eyes widened with horror… It was Pablo, the psychotic Puerto Rican guy that I met over a year ago at a salsa club after a series of double martinis! I vaguely remember shagging him in the parking lot in the back seat of his Escalade. I (unfortunately) gave him my number and had been dodging him ever since. After 8 months of obsessive phone calls, messages, and some heavy stalking, I changed my mobile number because it was becoming intense. He was showing up at my gym, my work, outside my apartment. He was leaving me multiple messages and even asking my coworkers about me. I was artfully dodging him each and every time, in fact I became very good at it.
Alas, I had to give up my amazing apartment and quit my job, because the day came when my dodging was futile and he stood before me, me standing there like a deer caught in head lights. He cried and said “I just want love to you”. I told him to hold on a second while I ran up to my apartment. I locked the door and didn’t come out. I felt bad, but I didn’t know what else to do. He cried outside of my door for a few hours, shouting random nonsense and eventually went home. I moved out a short while later and found another job.
Yet, here he was… Persistent Pablo… The resourceful and oblivious guy that he is, once again, with my contact information. How? I will never know… Not sure I would want to either.
I did what I should have done a lot sooner, I text messaged him back:
“Pablo, look. You are a very nice guy… but I was extremely drunk and horny that night, don’t confuse lust with love. I know you don’t want to believe this, but I just used you for sex. I only wanted to fuck you Pablo. Please don’t contact me any more. It’s not gonna happen okay!”
And that was the last I heard.