Skinny the Stalker

I guess after the divorce I have a new vibe that says…yes I am back on the market.

There is a great restaurant in the bottom of the building where I work and I eat multiple times a week. This restaurant has a great menu & good service.

You will find out over the course of this blog, I am very friendly to everyone. I am beginning to realize I may have to change my ways…Because I frequent this restaurant multiple times a week, you would expect that I get to know the staff, they know I like a black napkin and an iced tea. Hello…there were a few months when I ate there 4+ times a week. One of the waiters, we will call him Skinny, became extra friendly with me – more than normal. At first I didn’t think anything about it until he started to call me gorgeous or sweetie and would go out of his way to make sure he brought my drink and napkin to the table even if it wasn’t in his section.

Then the free desserts or appetizers started coming. Getting a little stranger, but it was a great benefit.

Next came the Facebook request. This creeped me out big time. How did he know my last name? Why does he want to be my friend on Facebook?

This triggered an immediate reduction in my visits to the regular spot – I would go weeks at a time without going in. Even the manager asked why I wasn’t coming in as much.

Now keep in mind, I love the food at this place and I broke down one day and had to have one of their soups. I decided I could sit at the bar, hopefully Skinny wouldn’t see me, took work with me so I would be unapproachable and hoped for the best. Mission Failed. He immediately came over and talked to me for what seemed like an eternity even though I kept trying to read the papers I brought or was checking my blackberry. I ate the soup as fast as possible and tried to scramble out without him seeing me leave. Mission Failed again. He comes over with a take out bag – yes dessert again. I politely thank him and run out the door.

Yummy, it was my fav dessert – hot cookie cake with ice cream and caramel. I get back to my desk and whip out the dessert. Out fall a piece of paper…”Thanks for coming in your brightened my day. Hope this brightens yours… Skinny and below his name was his number. CREEPY…we take a quick poll around the office some people think its creepy and others think it’s sweet.

I know I should just tell him I am not interested, but it makes me uncomfortable. What if he is a crazy stalker and trying to attack me? He is definitely persistent and doesn’t pick up on any clues.

Instead of confronting the issue head on, I have stopped going to the restaurant.