creepy dudes.

according to wikipedia:

Stalking is the obsessive following, observing, or contacting of another person, or the obsessive attempt to engage in any of these activities. This includes following the person to certain places, to see where they live or what the person does on a daily basis, it also includes seeking and obtaining the person's personal information in order to contact him or her; e.g. looking for his or her details on computers, electoral rolls, personal files and other material containing the person's private information without his or her consent.

so i usually wouldn't claim someone was stalking me ... partly because i assume people i meet in regular life are normal, and partly because that seems so dramatic. i mean, who would really stalk me? right?

well i bought one of these gorgeous little cars about 6 months ago:
and i love my little car. i really do. i bought it from a guy who i initially thought of as kind of sad ... if not a little weird. he seemed like the kind of guy who lived with his mom and didn't really know how to interact with women, and i thought that he might be gay.

turns out he's just weird.

it all started when i got a phone call a few months after i bought the car. i picked up the phone thinking, oh, car dude's just checking in on me. but i know car dudes, he probably just wants to see if i know anyone interested in buying a car.

he was checking in on me. but just on me, not really on the car. the whole conversation was awkward and weird and i thought i made it pretty obvious i was ready to get off the phone.

he just txt msged me today with, "where are you now?"

so i called db2 and said, "db2. you used to sell cars. this is creepy, no?"

he confirmed that it's creepy. he called up to the dealership where i bought it from b/c for some reason he thought i mentioned the guy doesn't work there anymore. not only does he not work there anymore, he hasn't worked there in quite sometime.

team creep?

i mean ... i would normally just brush it off as some lonely guy who doesn't understand social norms. but he knows where i live, knows where i work, and knows what i drive. hell, he's seen my credit history.

so i guess i should be a little more wary when leaving work. although maybe it hasn't reached quite that status yet. unease.