Six Hundred & Thirteen

Theme: George.

Remember that big bear, creepy stalker I had? Yeah? Well he came back. I logged onto whatsapp, which is a rare occasion, and guess what was waiting for me? A photograph of himself. Nothing rude, but it was just there. Like I actually gave a fuck. I literally just that there like "....". Anyway, I had to message him back, and I figured I'd be all nice and polite as being a cunt won't get me anywhere. I just said congratulations on the weight loss  I'm doing well also, hoping everything else is good. Then he replied nicely calling me "babe". No no no no no! That is not good. We're not friend's. We're not together, therefore, does not have permission to address me as that. I asked him politely that to not approach me again, as I don't want to talk. He apologised and straight after complimented me on my "sexy body". I swear to god, I just want to slap the shit out of this bitch and his slut ways. He just kept talking shit so I asked him again to leave me alone. He ignored that and asked me if I had a partner. I just said yes in a lame and last attempt to tell him to fuck off. But if telling him I'm a lesbian didn't work, why on earth would this? Either way, it didn't. I just said he was harassing me and that I wanted him to stop, then he accused me of harassing him and that I should stop. Following that he would ask me random questions about my non existent partner. That's when I googled the block button on whatsapp and about smashed my fist into the button when I found it. You are one major fucking creep.
 

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