Throwback Thursday Storytime: Speed Dating Stalker...Never Again!

A few years ago, I decided to go speed dating.  I even convinced 2 of my friends to go.  Speed dating was on my bucket list, so I was determined to see what it was about.  Once we got our tickets we planned our outfits and all that girly stuff.

Throwback Thursday Story Time: 3am Door & Bedroom Knocking

I couldn't resist telling you all this story.  I know you won't believe it, but it is completely true...NO EXAGGERATION NEEDED!

The Crazy Ex Continues....

Ok, so you remember that last post about Nilo and his ex?  Well, she hasn't quite gone away yet...I am on Instagram and Nilo and I do follow each other on there, which is nothing because I let almost anyone follow me on Instagram.

The other day I received some requests to follow me....yes, my profile is private.  (I prefer to approve people before they follow me.  It helps me keep track of who is following me, so I can see if I want to follow them back).  It was a slew of guys and 1 girl.  I don't usually get requests from women unless I actually know them or met them somewhere.  I couldn't see her face too well, so I approved it and I decided to request to follow her so I could find out who she is.  (Her profile is private too).

Today, I saw that she accepted my request so I begin looking at her pics....

OMG Stalker Central!

Yesterday, after work, I ran and picked up my son and then went home.  As soon as I drove up to my place, who did I see?  If it isn't my suspected stalker!!!  He was sitting in his usual location, on the steps near my door with a couple of his friends.  I wanted to just sit in my car with my son, but he had seen me pull up.... and this is MY HOUSE and I should be scared to get out of  MY CAR and walk into MY HOME!

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):