|NOTE: Chubby Dude does NOT look like this!|
He messaged me many dozens of times and most the time, I didn't respond, or just responded with a one word answer. I did tell him "Not interested" more than once, but he wasn't listening.
But I was starting to feel sorry for him because he did seem like a nice guy. He switched tactics and said he was "looking for a gay friend only, no hooking up".
So I said, "Okay, I'll meet you for coffee but nothing else." But I must tell you that I am a high school teacher with the _ _ _ _ _ School Division. If you have any connection with that, you must tell me."
Chubby Dude: I'm also a teacher with the _ _ _ _ _ School Division.
Buddy Bear: High school?
Chubby Dude: Yes.
|Buddy Bear: Then, we must already know each other. (OMFG!)
Chubby Dude: My name is Chris _ _ _ _ _
OMFG! He had been my colleague at my old school for many years: very short, extremely obese and with a serious personal hygiene problem. He stank to high heaven! Chubby Dude had been off for two years for serious problem with alcohol and he's still a serious alcoholic.
What the hell: I told him my name.
Over the next week or so, he messaged me eight or more times per day, each message more explicit than the last. "You're so fucking hot!", I LOVE your ass!! I wanted to suck your cock so bad.... and on and on.
I responded repeatedly: "Chris, calm down". Chris, just stop! but he persisted. But because I knew him, I didn't have the heart to block him.
Five years previously, Chris and I had chaperoned a band trip to a big city; we shared a hotel room for four nights. He finally made a disclosure which, for me, was the last straw.
"Do you remember when we shared that hotel room together in Seattle?"
Ewwww! I responded: "Chris: please stop messaging me. I am not interested in you; I will never be interested in you. Attraction is a highly personal thing and I just am not attracted to you."
Chubby Dude: "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know. " and logged off.
I feel terrible about telling him that. Poor guy!