I went on MySpace to maintain my page as I typically do on any given Monday or Tuesday evening. I go to my “friend’s request” link and I proceed to click on the “select all” button at the bottom of the page. This day was not unlike any other Monday or Tuesday and I probably had perhaps 7 to 8 pages of friend requests. When I state this fact, I am by no means implying that I am special. I would tend to believe most people probably have this many friend requests if not more, especially if they are half-way decent looking or even if they appear to be under 35 years of age. I believe that’s all it takes.
Anyway,
I select all and bam, like an instant “friend magnet” I have about 50 or 60 more friends (if that’s what you want to call them). I flop off of MySpace and get back to the real reason I’m on the Internet in the first place and that was what? Oh yeah, to do my homework.
The following day, we will call that Tuesday; I receive a few emails from some of the friends I accepted the previous day. Most of them were thanking me for my acceptance of their friend request – most of the time I try to respond to them with a “you’re welcome” email. One particular email stood out for me because the guy in the picture was wearing a suit and holding a book in his hand. He looked very professional. And “professional” is not something you see too much of on MySpace. I looked at his email a little more and noticed he was the author of a book on relationships. I thought I might be humorous and comment on his book, so I sent him back an email saying something like, “I could tell you a few things about relationships, but it sure won’t sell any books”. A couple of days later, he responded back with something funny and then asked me to check out his book. I responded back asking him what it was all about and he responded back again telling me to purchase it to find out. I then proceeded to tell him that I was also an author and working on my book. I also told him I have a couple of other friends who are authors and was looking to network with other up-and-coming authors. I then ordered his book and asked him if he would give me his opinion of an excerpt from my book since his book was doing quite well and he was self-published, as I was planning to self-publish as well.
He sent me his email address and I sent him the excerpt. Then he sent me another email, along with his phone number on MySpace stating that I (me) seemed like a very ambitious/go-getter and to call him. When I received his book, it was personally signed by him (he tries to sign most of them). I called him because I was genuinely interested in finding out more about being an independent author and marketing and self-publishing my book.
Let’s call him “Mr. PHD” (even though he doesn’t have one, but claims he does). So…..Mr. PhD and I ended up talking on the phone for a couple of hours that first conversation. I don’t remember exactly, but I think I called him another time and we ended up on the phone again for a few hours. The conversations were very interesting for Mr. PhD and I. He expressed how he couldn’t believe how many people were in bad relationships and how many people, especially women, were cheating on their spouses. Mr. PhD complained a lot about how women were always throwing themselves at him and that he couldn’t help it that he was a successful author, young, and good looking. As a matter-of-fact, he is very good-looking and very intelligent and I could imagine a few women throwing themselves at him. He also tells me how he has friends who work for the FBI who will look up anyone’s information and tell him whether or not they are legit or not. (I don’t know if this was supposed to be a threat/warning or what). And that he only uses that service when he feels he needs to protect himself, because he has so much to lose.
He was also very good in sports and almost made it big time. I could relate to this because I was good in music and almost made it big time too. I also hated it when married men or women were unfaithful. We were both from the Mid-West; we both had the same political views and religious beliefs.
We ended up spending many nights on the phone until one of us fell asleep – usually him, if you haven’t notice already, I”m good at running my mouth. We exchanged pictures, he told me about his life, and I told him about mines. I showed him a few marketing techniques for his book and he gave me a few pointers for mines. Then Mr. PhD starts telling me that he wants me to be his girlfriend and that he’s really feeling me – he wants to come see me, etc, etc, etc. Slowly but surely, I begin to think he has a drinking problem because at least 2 nights a week, he calls me drunk out of his mind from either a club or limo telling me that “no one loves him” and that “he’s tired of fake people”. Each time he calls me drunk, sometimes waking me up at 2 or 3am. Most of the time he is cursing the people out around him, very loudly, and he hardly even knows where he is. I am concerned for him so I try to talk him through it and ask him to promise me he won’t drive home drunk like that. He tells me he’s not driving. He then calls me back several times confessing his feelings for me throughout the night and telling me that a drunk never lies and that’s why he’s confessing his feelings and that I should appreciate the gesture.
One particular text message sent on June 22, 2009 at 9:17am – verbatim, I can’t wait to hold you and make love to you and experience the joys of life with you, you were on my mind so I had to text you that baby 
have a good day.
– By the way, we haven’t met in person yet.
One day he asks if I still have feelings for my ex and I told him yes, somewhat, and he starts saying, “oh god, this is my luck, I always meet someone who’s still in love with someone else”, “and I thought you were different”, “maybe we should just do business together and forget about the personal shit”. I’m like, “Whoa”! I talk to him and assure him that having feelings for an ex is natural after being with someone for over a year or so. Supposedly, everything is ok at this point.
After about the second time he calls me pissy drunk, I tell him (the next day of course) that he really needs to stop drinking so much, that it’s not good for him. He brushes off the advice and tells me it’s not like he does it everyday. I figured well he’s less than 30 years of age, perhaps he just going through a phase. Nevertheless we continue to talk and we have good conversations. We decide we are going to do a radio show together. He calls me and puts his niece on the phone with me. A week later, unexpectedly, he calls me and puts his mother on the phone with me. He tells me he wants 2 kids and what he wants to name them. He asks me if I would consider relocating, blah blah blah blah
He plans on him coming to see me the first week of July. He continues to call me with his drunkenness and I ask him to stop getting drunk before he hurts himself. One day I change my picture on MySpace to a very “who gives a fuck” type of picture that I took of myself standing in my restroom at my place of employment. He asks me about it and seems to have a real problem with it saying that it isn’t professional and it’s not the type of image he is trying to project on his “radio show”. I’m thinking to myself, wow, and the drunk speaketh. Then he starts in on the whole he has training in relationships and he’s a behavioral specialist and he knows how to figure people out and he know’s what’s best for these type of situations.
His phone calls begin to slow down and then his attitude makes a complete flip/flop. I ask him if something has changed and he tells me I’m overacting. That night he calls me drunk again and tells me, “all I want to do is love you” and then hangs up. Following his love confession that night – I call him a couple of times and he says he’s going to call me back but he never does, which is not a big deal except that we have started this whole “online radio” thing and I want to know if he is going to go through with it or not.
Then one day he calls me and says, “I just brought this new car and put $30 thousand down on it and I purchased another $5 thousand dollars worth of my books that I need to sell as soon as possible, and I’m probably not going to be able to come down there to see you in July, can you help me sell some of them”? I reply with, “I’m really busy with work and homework, but I will see what I can do”. Then Mr. PhD says, “Wow, I got all my friends to help me and the only one who doesn’t want to help me is my future baby momma”. I respond with, “I told you, I will see what I can do”. Following this event, I don’t receive any more of the early morning texts or calls. Then I miss his call, he misses my call and this goes on for a couple of days. Finally I text him, “I hate simpleton games, are we going to do business, personal or business and personal together or neither”. I forgot to mention, I needed to order special phone equipment and start the marketing for the radio talk show we were supposed to do together.
Apparently he got the text and called me back. He starts off with this, “wow, you are really tripping”. I’m like, “what do you mean, I’m tripping, I need to know what you’re going to do.” Then he calls me an asshole. I say to him, “I don’t care what it is you’re going to do, I just need to know something so that I know what to do”. Then he says, “You’re Crazy, I haven’t even stuck my dick in you yet and you’re acting like this, this whole thing is crazy, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation”.
Two days after this conversation, I received a text message from Mr. PhD that said, “How are you doing?” Needless to say, I never responded.
This is how I became crazy…………LOL