When waltzing you around a dance floor was the worst a stalker would do!

Stalkers! - What would Ginger do?

Hi there...um...how's it going...long time no see....

Yes, I know, its been some time since my last post, January in fact...oh. I have no other excuse than laziness and forgetfulness. But never mind, I'm back and in that time I've managed to accumulate lots of stories that I'm itching to share.

So, the last time I wrote I was telling you about the weird and uncomfortable date with Jez. (Hmm, Jez is far too cool a name for this self confessed nerd, Jeremy it is.) What happened next though was when things got, shall we say, interesting. All I'll say is that after almost five years of internet dating, this is the first time I've managed to acquire a stalker!

So the next day after date/interview I receive a text from Jeremy asking whether I'd want to meet again. "Ahhh" was my first thought "Did he think that date was good? Were we even on the same date?". At one point I was going to ignore him but then my mother's voice in my head childed me and so decided to be the good and polite girl I was brought up to be. (Sometimes being that good girl sucks!) So I replied, said it was nice to meet him but I didn't think we had enough in common. "I thought we had lots in common" was the reply. Hmm, this was going to be a difficult one. Avoiding the "dead girlfriend" incident I tried to placate him, and in the end he got the message....or so I thought.

One relaxing Sunday afternoon about two weeks later I received a text. "I can't stop thinking about you" OK, so a man I met once for an hour can't stop thinking about me two weeks later. Weird, but I ignored it and got on with my afternoon of tea drinking, biscuit eating and watching Top Hat.

When the worst a stalker could do was waltz you around a dance floor

Another week later and ting ting goes my phone. Its another one from Jeremy. "I want you". This was going beyond weird to bloody uncomfortable. Even in the most stalkery of Fred and Ginger films, Fred would never have said that! He would have just grabbed her hand and spun her around the dance floor singing "I'm in heaven". These modern day obsessives could learn a thing or two from Mr Astaire about seducing a girl. Sending a message saying "I want you" just doesn't cut the mustard.

Sadly, these texts continued for another month or so. Even when I did reply to say I was seeing someone and to leave me alone, it wasn't until I threatened to report him to the police that he finally got the message. In all seriousness I hope he found the help he clearly needed - that's my good girl compassionate side coming out. She doesn't suck at all.