If you are the boy that I am talking about, and reading this, then, first of all, your stalking problem is worse than I thought, and second, I'm sorry. But please take a hint.
But since you are probably not the boy I'm talking about, let me explain. A month or two ago, I had a class transfer in math. I was on an advanced track that was two years ahead of where I was supposed to be, and I was failing and absolutely miserable. So I decided to be bumped down to a slower track, which has been much better. What wasn't better, however, was that I now had a different seminary class so that we could fit this new thing into my schedule, and I was and still am the only freshman kid in there. (Okay, that's a lie. There's another kid there, and she's very nice. She just doesn't want to be there.) But I loved seminary anyways, and I was going to do my darndest to be positive about it. And a day or two into it, there was this thing where we made these cute little videos applying to a gospel doctrine, and ours was something having to do with family values. I ended up being a wife in a polygamist family (disclaimer to the non-member: Mormons don't do polygamy; we were just making fun of it, I guess), and was, of course, very polite to my "husband". We took a picture, and so this new life took place.
I started to walk to seminary with my "family", not that we had to or anything, they were just really nice, and I knew a couple of people. Yeah... well, my supposed husband seemed to think me being friendly was a way of some serious flirting. And, okay, there's something you need to understand. I don't think I'm a huge flirt, but when I do, the guy never cares. Boys don't usually like me! So maybe I did a little bit of flirting, yeah. But he got a little bit too excited about it.
It was pretty slow at first, him talking mainly to me, him starting to do some friendly teasing of his own, stuff like that. . I remember this one time, I was having a little allergy problem with peanuts, and I had to run back into the seminary building to take my Benadryl, and he was actually late to his class because he was waiting for me. But then I started to leave with the rest of the group without him, and he got kind of upset with me about it. So I started to wait for him, which was a mistake. Every morning, I go out and hang out with a friend in the library, and he began to come there every morning, and at first, he didn't say anything, but then he approached me, and would talk non-stop, and then started walking me to my first period. I went to a dance, and he followed me everywhere then, too. There were a couple of times he tried to get me to hold his hand in a group dance circle thing we were doing.
Um, yeah. So I started getting freaked out, and was actually really depressed about the fact that I would have to hurt this guy's feelings.
I have pretty much zero experience in turning people down, so this was a whole new thing for me. And believe it or not, I don't rejoice in the pain of others. It just ain't nice. But I would have done it, had he actually made a move on me aside from just being creepy. But he wasn't doing it, so unless if I was going to be a jerk, I'd have to let him hang out with me. All. The. Time. With him and only him talking. And saying weird things. While I sat like a good girl and sat and listened and smiled.
Okay, well, last week, I made the choice that I was going to do everything I could to stop him from doing stuff. Because I was just done. It was creepy. I was scared. Truly genuinely on the edge of being terrified. So I started acting more dismissive than I thought that I ever thought would be necessary. And yet he still didn't get it.
Oh, and get this, I was walking (unwillingly) with him one day, and I waved to this one guy with a mental handy-cap, and he got so mad! I'm pretty sure I heard him mutter "oaf" under his breath. And I was, frankly, pissed. Earlier, he was using lines on this other girl, and here he was, not even letting me say hi, when we weren't even a couple!
So, eventually, on Thursday last week, I just went to seminary a different route and didn't bother to wait. And I left the building without him. I thought he was mad at me, because he was sort of acting like it, and on Friday he was absent, so I didn't have anything to worry about then. Sure, I felt bad, but he was freaking my friends and I out. It wasn't good, so I wasn't too guilty about mostly being relieved, either.
But guess what he did today?
He followed me around.
I'm not happy. I'm just not.
So, if you're the boy who I'm talking about, I'm sorry. You're nice and I like you. You'll find a nice girl who is head over heels someday. But I'm not that girl, so back off. I'm scared of you, and that's not a way to make someone want to marry you.
Bye!
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