I think a humorous follower of my story may have been sending me a message this morning. Truth me told, Mr. S knew where I was living and how to reach me since we first met. He chose not to stop by. He chose not to ask for my phone number or chat me up in the daylight sober hours the entire time I have known of him. He either enjoys stalking me and when I start showing interest in return, he loses his high. He may enjoy stringing me along and messing with my mind, getting my hopes up, only to disappoint me time and time again. He definitely gets an ego boost when I look flattered, oblivious to his flaws and red flags, and appearing to reciprocate his attraction and interest.
Every adult male following this story knows that Mr. S is a predator, who knows the I am a great potential target. I am reality challenged, so easily confused and possibly manipulated. He is not Mr. Perfect. He never chose me. I should not wait around for L’s leftovers. So anyway, back to when I was at breakfast in Oceanside this morning, we walked in the restaurant, sat down, ordered, and were waiting for our food when my phone rang. It was a telephone number from Oceanside that I didn’t recognize. I didn’t pick up. I sent it to voicemail and they didn’t leave a message. I do wonder if some guy recognized me and wanted to show me how easy it would be for a man to find your phone number if he wanted to make contact with you. It speaks volumes that K never actually called me or knocked on the front door where I was living before I got married. He’s just wasn’t that into me. I don’t think anything is different now. He has made it his life’s mission to humiliate me. That’s all.
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