And so it begins

Last night began the fall term of Institute class. Instead of going alone I invited two other girls [I'm calling us the "hottie posse" or maybe not]. The class this semester is on the Book of Revelations - always an interesting topic but never really understood.

On our drive to campus I'm telling the girls about Bregg and my previous encounters with weirdos there. They both laugh thinking I'm exaggerating. Little did they know...

Class is over, we stack our chairs, grab some snacks and wait. I was looking for an old roommate whose name I saw on the roll so I must have inadvertently looked at this guy. He's probably 6' 1" with dark brown, curly hair. He's carrying a laptop, Bible, Book of Mormon, and glasses case. This is his opening line:
"I've gotta get a bag to carry all this stuff in" to which friend #2 says, why don't you go right now. HA!

He continues unfaltering [or maybe he didn't hear her] "yeah I'm just so tired and anxious, I've only slept like 3 hours, actually it's more like only 2 hours (in his mind you can hear 'I'll get sympathy with the less hours I claim to have slept, plus then if I'm stupid is because I haven't slept. yeah that sounds good')".

I asked why he's so anxious. "This guy is stalking me". We all trade looks that say 'are you sure you want to talk to girls, seems like you're a mans man'.

He continues without hesitation "he's dating my ex-girlfriend. Well, she was cheating on me or at least I think she was cheating on me with him and now she's cheating on him and he must think it's with me. You know to get back at him. But I'm not. So I looked him up on Google, and found he has a webpage or something that talks about doing a voodoo doll of me and he's trying to kill me. So I called the cops on him. But it took them 20 minutes to get to my house and they're only like 4 blocks away. By the time the cops got to my house, he was gone. So now I'm looking for a new apartment. And I changed my phone number and changed my email address, but somehow the ex-girlfriend sent me an email and I responded and then she forwarded it to the guy, and then he emailed me all this stuff about how terrorists are going to take over the country and he'll be there to wave them in. But so I'm tired and I just started classes again. I'm getting my Masters degree in Behavioral Psychology and Counseling."

Those are just the highlights that I can remember. This was all without a single word from the three of us. Only looks of terror. But you have to give him props for approaching three ladies. On the car ride home we decided we are going to have to be rude to some guys. We cannot have this every week. Friend #2 offered to pipe up and be the person to give the creep the heave-ho.

As he walked away and we all put our hands to our heads I turned to them and said decidedly, "It must be me!" We all got a big laugh out of that.