Rejection? Wait, what is this unfamiliar word?

Ok, so if you remember, last week I sent a Facebook message to my crush to start up a little conversation.  Well, I hate to admit it, but he never responded...Yes, I am a little bitter because I am friggin amazing!  I'm nice, I'm smart, I'm friendly, I'm goal-oriented, I'm respectful, I take care of myself and my son...the list goes on!  How dare he not respond to me?!

It's Not Meet The Parents....It's Meet My Crazy Ex!

This weekend, I went on a "date" with a guy that I have met twice at 2 different places.  (I put date in quotes, but our first date wasn't exactly a date...I'll explain later).  Let me give you a little background.  I went to Barnacles, which is a restaurant that turns into a bar/club after a certain time with one of my female friends probably late last year.  Her and I were having a great time when this guy, who I will call Nilo came up to me and started talking and buying us drinks.  He was really nice so we exchanged numbers.

We didn't talk that much after exchanging numbers, which is probably my fault because I had a lot going on at the time, so we lost touch.  By lost touch, I mean I erased his number lol.  Anyway, I ran into him again recently at another club and he came up to me and invited me to his VIP section.

Stalker or Sweet?

I go home everyday on my lunch break to inhale some food and get a nap.  (I'm queen of naps).  Lately, when I go home, whether it is on my lunch break or after work, I see this guy sitting on the steps near my door.  We usually speak and I keep it moving.  He isn't my type.  I don't find him attractive, I usually smell weed or cigarette smoke when he is outside, and he is normally dressed crazy-def not clean cut.

Yesterday, my sister stopped by my apartment and found a "love letter" in my door.  It said (I am typing it as is, errors and all):

Just My Luck!

Last night, I went to birthday at Compound for a girl I've known since high school.  I'll call her Toni.  I didn't want to go alone, so I brought along my guy friend. I'll call him Neo.

Before I even went out, I decided that I wasn't giving my number out our trying to get any numbers.  I don't think I'm going to meet my future husband in the club- I could be wrong.

I'm in the club having a great time- dancing, drinking, and minding my own business when this decent looking guy comes over and starts up a conversation.  He had gorgeous white teeth and a nice smile.  He asked me if I was single, I lied and said I had a boyfriend and I don't live in Atlanta.  I always say that when I go out with no intention of getting any numbers.  He smiled at me and said, "Well my name is Rod." I introduced myself and told him it was nice to meet him.  He then asked, "Do you know who I am?"