Church Boy had been complaining about his pharmacist, so I recommended he try another place, and gave him the contact info. The day after, I called up Michael, who works at the pharmacy and told him that a friend of mine might be calling him.
He already did.
Michael said he had already spoken with Church Boy, and how his girlfriend was telling him to call, and that his girlfriend highly recommended this pharmacy. Yes, Michael did stress and enunciate where noted. Very enthusiastically, I may add.
Okay... so if you cringe at the sound of someone calling you their girlfriend, is that a bad sign?
I remember Labor Day was that coming weekend. I called up Church Boy and asked if I could stop by after work. He said sure and invited me to go to his parents house to pick up mail, but I told him I'll only be a few minutes, that I wanted to drop off his books that he wanted me to read (hmmm... no).
When I got to his apartment building, he was already waiting, saved me the trouble of turning off the engine. He leaned in through the passenger side window to retrieve his books and I said, "I don't want to see you again." Yes, quite direct, but sometimes I know no other way. He got upset and started asking questions, to which I didn't feel the need to answer. It concluded with, "Well, at least you owe me an answer."
I gently said, "I don't owe you anything." He backed off and I left.
On my way home, my cell phone got a voicemail - without ringing. Odd... I checked it and it was Church Boy. He was upset, sounded like he was crying, and proceeds to accuse me of being cold, not open, and a bunch of other things that I can't remember anymore (this was a few years ago, after all!).
But of course, a voice message wasn't enough. That's right, I received a long-winded email from him as well. This was just plain confusing, so I forwarded it to a male friend to gain some prospective. My friend replied with: "What a narcissist. He's going to teach you a lesson, and get the upper hand. You'll hear from him again."
But thankfully, it ended there.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
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