About 3 years ago I went out with this guy named Scott who works for the City of Raleigh. We had talked a couple of times when he would come out to the park and he seemed like a decent guy. Our first date ended up being out last. It was a cold rainy evening and he called to see if I wanted to go out. I informed him that I was in my PJ’s and wasn’t going anywhere. He then asked if he could grab a bottle of wine and come over to watch a movie. He showed up at my apartment later that evening wearing a blue polo, khaki pants and….white sneakers. Okay I will pause with the story for a second to explain to those who don’t already know that I have a strong dislike for men wearing white sneakers. Especially when they wear them with khaki pants. I know this is strange but in my mind I associate men in white sneakers to perverts, psychos and/or gropers. Two of the men in my past who ended up being stalkers wore white sneakers. I have talked to some other women about this and they have looked back at the men they have dated and agreed that there was something unusual about the men they went out with who wore white sneakers. I know not all men who wear white sneakers are pervs but in my mind it is just a turn off for me.

Okay so back to my story. When he walked in the door I just got a strange feeling. I thought maybe it was just my aversion to the white sneakers. I would find out later that it wasn’t. I opened the bottle of wine and poured us each a glass and then popped a movie into the DVD player (It was Hidalgo incase you wondered). I sat down on the couch and Scott grabbed a hold of my wine glass and took it from me setting it down on the coffee table. He then grabbed me and started to try to kiss me and then I felt his hand trying to go up my shirt. I pushed him away and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. He said that he figured since he brought a bottle of wine that he should get something for his effort. I told him it was time for him to leave.

The next day he called to say that he had a great time and wanted to know if he could see me again. WHAT!?! A good date to this guy apparently meant that the girl kicked him out 10 minutes after he arrived. I rehashed the evening for him and told him that I wasn’t interested in seeing him again. He said he was sorry but that I was just too beautiful that he just couldn’t control himself. No I think it was more like you were horny and thought I was the type of girl you could get drunk and take advantage of. I am not that kind of girl. I told him again I wasn’t interested and hung up the phone. He tried to call back a few times but I didn’t answer the phone. I thought I would never hear from him again.

Well about a year later after I had broken up with this guy named Brent, Scott called to say he had heard through a friend that I was single again and wondered if I would give him another shot. He said we could take things slow if that is what I wanted. I informed him that I was in fact NOT single that I was been dating someone since the night Brent and I broke up.  He said maybe at the very least we could be friends. He said he knew that I walked out at Shelly Lake almost every night and maybe he could join me. I asked him how he knew I walked out there and he got quiet. I told him that I wasn’t interested in having any kid of relationship with him and was frankly freaked out that it appeared he was stalking me and hung up the phone. I didn’t hear from him again until last night.

I went out to the mall after work to get a few things and as I was heading out to my car I heard someone call my name. I turned to see Scott running towards me in the parking lot. He asked me how I was doing and that he hadn’t seen me in awhile. I told him that I moved about a year ago. He then made some idle chit chat the whole time I am trying to move closer to my car. He then asked me if I was seeing anyone and I said that no I was not dating some one when he cut me off and said, “Great let’s go grab some dinner.” He then told me that he has long thought I was the great girl who had gotten away and he thought about me often. I told him that he didn’t let me finish what I was saying. I told him that it is true that I wasn’t dating anyone but that I was in fact was now married. I could see his whole demeanor change from very happy to very angry. He asked if my husband was the guy I had met after Brent. I informed him that no Lennie and I met after that guy and had been dating about a year before we took the plunge. Scott’s face turned red and I turned to go to my car. He then started to yell at me that I hadn’t even given him a chance and wanted to know why. I told him that you don’t get a second chance to make a first impression and he asked me what I meant by that. I rehashed the night at my apartment and he said he had apologized for that.  I said that it was something that I couldn’t get past and that I was with the person I was meant to be with. As I got into my car I heard him say, “You F*****G women are unbelievable!!!” And with that I drove away.

This morning I get the following email from him:

Rebecca,

I don’t know if this is still your email address. I guess we will see if I get this back. I just couldn’t get you out of my mind and what you said to me. I was so shocked by your news I wasn’t able to express to you how hurt I was. You know that I have liked you for a long time. I am sorry again about that night when you say I basically attacked you. I didn’t attack you I may have stretched some boundaries.  It was just when you opened that door and I saw how cute you looked I just couldn’t help myself. But I guess apologies are not enough for you. You have labeled me and there is no way I can change that. You said there were things about me that you just didn’t like well I have news for you sweetheart you are not perfect. You are not even close to being perfect. I was able to look past your faults I hope your husband knows what kind of women he married. You’re a tease who plays with hearts. I even offered you friendship and you through that back in my face. I guess you did me a favor. I hope you have a nice life. I am done with this game. You will not have me to run back to when your life crashes.

Scott

I don’t even know how to respond to that email. I won’t have him to run back to? I never ran to him in the first place. I guess my theory of men in white shoes still stands. LOL