Drop Dead Fred!

This is what I want to yell every time I hear this guy’s voice or see his number on my Caller ID for the hundredth time in one day.

Just get the hell out of my life! I don’t want you!

I resist the urge to say this many a time. I can’t help it. This guy is needy to the desperate point of needing special pills or some sort of sedative shot in the ass.

I met him the day that Cris and I broke up. I was mad that we were going away, so I talked to Fred in the mall parking lot. We exchanged numbers and he persisted. After talking to him, I wasn’t interested. I regretted giving him my phone number. And boy does he use it!

He’s like this leech that can’t get enough of anything or anyone. I don’t understand why he can’t simply deal with me not wanting him. Guh!!!!!

I even lied to him and said that me and my ex got back together. Even that didn’t work.

So I had to endure his pathetic begging until I hung up and made my momma talk to him. She was telling him not to call our house anymore and he wouldn’t get off the phone. Doesn’t he understand what any of that means??? He went on to tell her this sob story about his grandfather instilling a hate of dark skinned people in him. Seeing as how he is a dark skinned person, I can tell that he has some serious self hate issues to deal with. He told me and my Mom about him, and how I look like his momma. Light skinned and heavyset. Yea, the word “heavyset” is just going to have me all over you bucko! He kept telling me that I was so brutaful. Ugh. Yuck. I appreciate a compliment here and there, but more that than is begging and being ultra clingy/needy.

I just can’t deal. So I am going to ask Prestina for the number that you dial to block someone’s number. I can’t have this yucky person calling me.

He keeps asking me detailed personal questions like where I live and what I’ve done sexually.

Yuck!

I just don’t know sometimes.

Anyway, if you have not picked up on it yet, the title is from this old movie about a girl and her imaginary friend named Fred. He would pester her a lot to which she would reply, sometimes screaming, “Drop dead Fred!” He would do stupid/horrible/annoying things like cutting of all her long hair on one side of her head into a bob or embarrassing her in public. Guh. Even imaginary men suck. Note to self: rent that movie! It’s hella funny. *lol*

Danielle

P.S. Yea, I know I am two days ahead on this entry, but I don’t want the days getting all clogged with long entries. I will write my regular entries as usual after this.