Today, I am thankful for my easy to read old flame.
Most of us have that one ex that you could peg from a mile away. You know, the guy who has a different writing style when he is sober than when he is drunk. The guy who has tells that give away the fact he wants to bang a certain chick at a certain point of time.
I mean after a lot of time with a guy, you know things.
You know that Asian women make him stiff as a board. In fact, he always stiffens up and turns ghostly white that when a particularly beautiful woman enters the room. It's not a bad thing, it's cute. I think it is an evolutionary strategy that our species has come up with to ensure that ultra-intelligent men get the attention of pretty females.
You know that when he's crossing his legs, he's sitting there in disbelief. He does that a lot around me.
You know that when he puts a book in his lap, he's hiding the most honest part of his body. I don't see that as much as I used to.
I got an email today from someone using his name.
I know it is not him, so I'm not going to respond.
I'll call him Timothy. I think I've bashed my old flame too much on my blogs, so I'll start calling by a fictitious name.
I love Timothy because he has just enough weirdness within him that I can discern the Timothy [his last name] that I know from the Tim [same last name] trying to get me to tell him where I work in an unsolicited email this morning.
Yeah, I know ol' Timothy well enough to know that we are using a more formal version of his name now because he's moved on to hotter chicks.
Besides, I know how he writes. He uses punctuation. He uses quite a few adjectives. He is a man of little words unless he's talking about something incredibly beautiful.
And, he's never once referred to me as beautiful. Our talks revolve around nature, art, or the women he truly loves.
When he is angry or hurt, Timothy becomes incredibly sarcastic or quiet. I pissed him off. He will never talk to me unless he thinks it is important.
I really pissed him off. I called him out in public for making fun of me. He hurt my feelings; I never thought to realize that I deserved it. I haven't been honest with him. I was cold to him because I was confused about the stalking I endured when we last met. It took the cops to explain to me that Timothy had nothing to do with it.
I wasn't sure I could trust him. Mike blamed him for the stalking. My other ex claimed Timothy followed him and hit him (not sure it happened though, my other ex said some crazy crap). I never saw Tim hit or stalk a soul, so I don't know. I've caught Mike stalking me. The cops are probably right on this one.
The Tim that emailed me this morning is not the man I used to know very well.
I'll track the IP and put it in my stalking journal.
I don't know why this is bugging me. Something is off.
Yesterday, Mike told me that his family has been haranguing him trying to get the address to our workplaces. He said that when he tells them 'no', the press him. They say things like, 'come on', 'you can tell me', 'what's the big deal?' and so forth.
He claims to have responded to them with the phrase 'the less you know about Siegfred and I the better'.
Two days after the last exchange he claims to have had with them, his cousin called saying that they found my office. Things went missing from my office that weekend; the idiot took all of my pictures, all my business cards and every educational piece I had printed up for my clients. Six weeks later, I was stalked leaving a restaurant with Timothy. A week after that, some guy fitting the description of my stalker harassed people in my office building while holding my picture.
It did not piss me off until I learned that a 73 year old woman was attacked by the idiot.
This means war. I want anyone involved in the stalking in shackles.
Of course, this preceded crazy abuse on the part of Mike. The cops think Mike is the stalker. His sister takes credit for most of it. I don't know whether to get a restraining order or a civil harassment order. One involves former intimates. The other involves people who are not related to the victim.
I don't know who is doing it. I need proof before going to court.
I'm working on figuring out who it is.
They'll trip up. I'm hoping they'll trip up soon.
Love ya,
S.