BPD: The Chronicles of Elisa's Pursuiters II

RAINY SEASON IS UPON US... AS WELL AS THE HOLIDAY SEASON. BOTH REASONS FOR WHICH IT'S HARD TO GET GOOD INTERNET SIGNAL THESE DAYS. THIS BLOG WAS WRITTEN YESTERDAY, DECEMBER 25th, BUT DUE TO LOW SIGNAL WAS UNABLE TO POST.... SO IT'S BEEN SITTING IN THE DRAFTS FOLDER TIL NOW.

I chuckled at his reply and said... "Ok then, good luck..." Oh, I forgot to mention that he had gotten my phone number while I was reciting it to one of the guys from church with whom I'm collaborating for a music program...

So that week he calls me. I was at work, so I didn't answer... and then he texted me something along the lines of "Hope you're having a great day". I replied, "thanks."

Later that night he calls me, and he says "Hi, I just called to say hello..." I just say "ok".

The next night he calls me with a similar message. This goes on for a whole week. He'd text me randomly throughout the day, mostly Bible verses that had to do something with God's will (because he was conviced that it was God's will that we got together) and he would call me at night to say "hi" or "good night". My replies were always either "ok" or "thanks", whichever seemed more appropriate. On Friday night, he called me to tell me that he would be at my front gate at 7 a.m. the next morning to take me to church. I said no thanks, I don't need a ride. He insisted, assuring me that he was gonna be there. I was like, no seriously, I don't want a ride from you. This conversation goes on in like manner for a few minutes... Until I say "dude, you have no idea how stubborn I am, you're not gonna be able to persuade me. I'm not going with you to church, give it up." His reply? "You have no idea how persistent I am, see you tomorrow at 7". And we left it at that.

Of course, I made sure to leave extra early the next morning just in case he actually showed up at the front gate at 7...

When I got to church, I was relieved to see that he hadn't come to worship at my church after all (somewhere in our conversations he had slipped in that he was gonna worship at my church from now on...). Sabbath progressed as usual. I had lunch at my uncle and aunt's, then went to another church on a different part of the city for an afternoon program in which I participated. At the end of that program I caught the bus back home and was happily looking forward to getting home and just chillaxing after such a long day.

When I was like 3 minutes from reaching my bus stop, the guy calls me.

"Hello?"

"Hi, are you home?"

"No, why?"

"Because I'm at your front gate."

"Why?"

"I'm here to take you out to dinner."

"I'm not going out to dinner with you. You should've asked me first instead of just wasting your time and your gas."

"Oh it's ok, I was already in the neighborhood visiting another friend. C'mon let's go, just as friends."

"Who else is coming?"

"Nobody."

"Then that's not going just as friends."

"Yes it is! I'm just taking you out to dinner like a friend takes a friend out to dinner..."

"Umm, I'm not stupid. If a guy likes me and is trying to take me out to dinner, I know he's not doing it as a friend." I should mention that by this point I had already reached home. And sure enough, I'd found him at the front gate.

So this banter goes on for a few minutes. Him insisting, me refusing. Finally I say, "ok, well, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Good night."

"ok. See you next Sabbath at 7 a.m.?" he asks, laughing as he sees my expression.

"NNNOOOOOO! N. O.!! NO!" I say emphatically, as if speaking to a child with learning disabilites. He just laughs and gets in his car. I roll my eyes and go inside.

The following week went pretty much like the previous one. He would text me throughout the day and call me every night, and I would always remain unresponsive. At one point, he started throwing in pet names... I was like DO NOT call me sweetie or baby or whatever. Thankfully, he actually listened.
That Friday, I got a phone call from one of the brothers from church with whom I was collaborating on a music program, and we agreed that he would pass by the house that night after church to drop off some music and stuff for the program. At the end of the day I got home, changed out of my work clothes, started putting something together for dinner and was just entering chillax mode when I get a call from an unknown number. When I answer, the caller identifies himself as brother so-and-so from central church, and that he had come to drop off something for someone. My cousin/roommate was there, and he volunteered to go to the gate to let the caller in. So I go back in the kitchen to finish up, and when I come out to the living room, lo and behold, instead of the music and program that I was expecting to see, it's a random guy standing there with a dozen roses in a beautiful bouquet arrangement. Baby breath, fern leaves, red ribbon, shiny red paper wrap, the whole nine yards...
I believe my exact reaction was... "What in theeee heck?!?!!"...

to be continued...