Saturday, November 08, 2008

getting heavy, like the blanket of smoke at the new way bar


I tried to go to bed early, but it didn't quite work. I swear I still smell the smoke from the bar last night, even though I have taken TWO showers to get it off me and washed the clothes I wore. I think I may have sat on my bed before taking the clothes off, and that small contact must have transferred the smell to my bedding. When, oh WHEN will Michigan get that public places smoking ban in place? Last Tuesday, voters passed medical mary jane and stem cell research proposals, after all. The smoking thing seems relatively easy. I really liked the bands I saw last night, and despite being spooked by a possible psychopath or sociopath and ending up being accidentally alone at the show with a whole bunch of youngsters, I had a great time. The youngsters seemed to accept me into their fold. It was just the damn smoke that makes me feel like I never want to go to another show again.

I continue to get emails, invitations to various online networks, etc. from a guy I went out with ONCE last fall. At the time, it was immediately obvious to me that I just had to get through the date politely and then I would never have to deal with him again. It was originally an aesthetic turn-off, which made me feel shallow, but it quickly turned into a total personality revulsion. He was clingy, needy, and totally inappropriate in his "feelings" for me after ONE MEETING. It was ridiculous, and I was very clear that I was not at all interested.

This week I have gotten an invitation to his flickr page, another bullshit invite that I can't remember now because I deleted it (oh, after googling myself just now I see it was an invitation to be his friend on amafuckingzon.com), and an email titled Halloween, which I haven't opened. I have gotten several other emails over the last months, and I just don't even open them, but clearly this is a person who cannot take hints? I should probably just respond with a "fuck off," but I don't want to engage the crazy, I guess. I have tried to remove all traces of myself from the internet and managed to make my flickr and some other things stop showing up, but I can't figure out how to disable my amazon profile (even though it's got no information in it, it still shows up). And I have a facebook page that he has tried to contact me through, but he can't get past the basic page or look at my (less than ten) friends.

I know this is not the kind of thing I usually write about, but it is seriously upsetting me. What kind of loser just keeps sending missives out into the ether even though the person not only never acknowledges them, but removes evidence of herself as a result? Does he think he is going to wear me down or something? Twisted.

I am actually paranoid about internet dating because I'm afraid he would be on there posing as someone else! That is very telling of my level of anxiety, huh?

Also, if you google me (try it!), he comes up as the second hit for friending me on my amazon page. Nice, huh? Love that my workplace also shows up there. Ugh. Why can't I have a name like "Mary Smith?" My combination of first and last are unique, according to google...

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