A Brief Lesson in Rapacity

Avid readers of this blog will recall a recent post regarding an email I received from the creepy "cutie with a beanie" guy, who apparently needed a lecture on letting go. If you're not one of the dedicated few, please direct your attention here before going any further. So yeah, this guy (who goes by the pseudonym "JJ" by the way) was weird. But in the back of my mind- because I'm an idealist (or slightly delusional) - I still thought perhaps he wasn't actually a creep. Maybe he was just a passionate person who thought we shared a strong connection and got upset when I stopped responding. And just because I was not feeling it, that doesn't make him a total weirdo right?

I still chose not to respond. But I left the window of hope slightly ajar, just in case the breeze of second chances and renewed prospects was to come a blowin'.

Then I found this.

So this guy is officially a serial missed connection responder. He does not even live here, yet he looks through the NYC MC's like it's his part-time job.

Fuck second chances. If you think he's creepy- go with that.

We've Officially Crossed Some Sort of Line

Text message I just received from Little Napoleon:

Boo.

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Two lessons can be gleaned from this, folks:

1. Do not ever give out your phone number to anyone.
2. Do not, under any circumstances, allow yourself to be That Guy.
3. Review lessons 1 and 2 as needed.