Do you remember my former professor who had not accepted my facebook friendship? Today, he turned up again in my newsfeed with a status that he's coming to Dallas this week. What could I do? I sent him an in-box message pestering him for not accepting me while callously posting about a trip to my city. Apparently, he's speaking at a university and attending a conference at the Fed with a Nobel winner, and so what! What about me?
He wrote back (surprise! yay!) saying he doesn't have a clue who I am (huh? boo!) and he doesn't accept stalkerish strangers.
I said, "Stalkerish? Take a look at THIS" and I sent him the link to my post.
He started to feel guilty (um, yeah) and accepted my friend request. Hold onto your hat: he offered to get together while he's in town this week. (OMG is all I can say and I rarely say OMG. Being a creepy, annoying, pathetic whiner worked for me. Victory!)
He said I should call him. He also said he doesn't have a cellphone...
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all I could do is giggle while reading this. Good luck. Stalk on girl!
I had to type "scuste"
Not Stacy always gets her not woman.
(Captcha reads, "himba".)
Didn't Eleanor come from him? What's up with that?!? Hell, I even went to his house once. Maybe he was stoned all those years. Or maybe he's stoned now. No excuse!!
(And I used to wake up with 'nightmares' that SMS teachers didn't remember me...what's up with US?)
And my word was 'pater'
Now it's 'suckesmo'.
Who's job is it to come up with these??
Shutt2u - You're thinking of Charlie Sweet. He would have remembered me.
SUCCESS! (rhymes with "boless" which is my captcha word today.) Good for you! Woo Hoo! (hehe)
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