#%&$! Caught!

The Douche caught me! The effer admitted into going into every bar, starting at one end of Broadway! REALLY?  Should I be worried "Stalker"? OMG...I didn't know how to escape. He rattled on about this and that. 

He talked about going to school with a couple of guys that ended up SEALs, but how he was tougher than they were (yeah, I believe that, Mr. I have trouble walking due to my arthritic toe). He's trying to convince me of seeing his friend who is a car dealer for a deal on a Camero...like I'm really going to do that!  And he knew just about every chick that walked into the joint. Cha...Whatever PLAYA!

He asked me why I was so hard on him and I flat out told him that it bothers me that he was visiting with (as far as he knows) my buddy from high school and he's hitting on me.  He said that they were just friends and that he can't help it if he's attracted to me..REALLY? Go hit someone else with the sucker stick Buddy! I've already been bludgeoned to death with that stick this weekend, and I'm not going for another dose!  

He never did change his shorts, and I called it an early evening and started the walk back, and he decided he had to escort me because he's a "gentleman".  Wonder if he saw my finger going down my throat? When we get to the card key door, he asks me again for my number and I told him that I don't give my number to playas! He asked me how he was supposed to get a hold of me, and I said "You don't". He wasn't a happy camper. I then entered the doorway and shut it, proceeded to walk up the hallway ramp and not look back and rounded the corner...then there's this heavy knocking on the door, and these ladies in the hallway said "I think that's for you, and it must be a man". I said that he's not a man, he's a Douche! They laughed. Damn it...is this guy gonna be stalking me the entire trip? He's already given me his card, tells me that he's my tour guide, and wants to take me hiking...yeah, NO! 

Here's Dizzy after one crazy evening!  No K, I'm not jumping off any ledges, but I am going to hire some authentic voodoo bayou priestess who will cut off a few chicken heads and whatever voodoo that she do so well, to rid me of the fucking "J" curse forever!