Stalker?
So, I had a weird experience on Friday night. The more I think about it, the more creeped out I get. I went to Sarge’s . I talked to a guy briefly that I met thru a mutual friend about 2 months before. Nothing big, just a "hi how ya doin" conversation. I got home at 1 am, took off my boots and the phone rang. It was him. The conversation went like this:

*R*: Hi this is *R*, I just got your text message.
Me: Text message? I didn’t text message you, I don’t even know your number.
*R*: I just got a text that said "It’s Sissy, want to come over? Call me at (insert my number here). Don’t text message this phone, it’s not my cell"
Me: Oh really? Well someone is fucking around with us. What’s the cell phone number that sent you the text message?
*R*: Hang on..... (I hear beep, beep, beeeeeeeep) Ok, it’s 670-****.
Me: Hmmmm, I don’t know that number.

Now, my home phone number is not in my name, it is in my x-husband’s name. We do not even have the same last name, so even if *R* knew my last name he could not find me thru information. When I called the number he gave me, it says "this phone is not in service right now". How did he know when I got home from the baaaah? Was he sitting outside watching me enter my home? Was he watching me thru my bedroom window, I never pull down my shades because I like the sunshine to wake me in the morning. How did he get my number? So, I am freaking out. On top of that he hangs with the two bitches across the street once in a while. If they gave my home number to him, there is gonna be trouble. Somebody is gonna get their fat ass kicked.
Don’t fuck with me bitches. I don’t fuck with you, you don’t fuck with me, those are the rules. Quite honestly, I value my time way too much to waste it fucking with you two piss ants. And you make yourselves look bad enough, so I don’t have to expose your stupidity for everyone to see, you do that job for me. I know you don’t like me, I know I scare you because I have balls and don’t back down from you. I don’t give a flying fuck how long your mothers an grandfuckingmothers have lived in this community, you mean nothing to me. I have lived in this community for a year and nine months and people like me, they like me for me, they do not pretend to like me because my ancestors are from here. I know you are pissed as hell because I am still here, in Rangeley, and that makes me smile. I know you are pissed because I made manager so quickly. I know you are jealous of me because you have no hope of ever being the person I have become in the last 9 months. I know you are jealous because you are miserable with-in yourselves, and I am not. I hope you are both miserable for the rest of your pitiful-redneck-fatass lives. But it’s not my goal in life to make you that way, I won’t waste my energy on that, I have bigger and better things to do.