I met Brian in high school; he was a soft spoken odd little Korean boy with straight jet black hair. I don’t remember talking to him much; he dated a few girls in my social circle, but I was a social butterfly so it makes sense that I knew many of his girlfriends. I just find it amazing that he had so many.
He began dating my best friend Heather senior year, and because of that he and I became close. Technically he was dating my best friend and he lived at the same apartments of another good friend Nicc’s boyfriend, and both of them use to come get me after work at Blockbuster to have me come over and play videogames for a bit before I went home. Nicc’s boyfriend was hot, stupid hot and one day out of the blue he told me “You know, even if I had a hot female friend, I wouldn’t act on it because I am with Nicc. She is my girlfriend and I wouldn’t do anything to mess that up.” I was pretty sure he was talking about me, and all I could think was, seriously she is going to fuck you over sideways when she goes to college and you stay here, he was small town and she was big picture. However I was also not the type to act on shit like that, it was probably more of a who would actually like me type of situation not a respect for Nicc situation, though I might just be saying the due to events that transpired between us.
Brian and I stayed in touch for years, he had a major falling out with Heather, but we still hung out and chatted. One day he and I were talking about Fox my then boyfriend; Fox had done some shitty low down nonsense to me and I was bitching about it, when Brian told me flat out “I don’t want you see him anymore.”
I don’t do well with people telling me what to do, on top of the fact that no, fuck you what do you know?
I was a little taken aback and his comment thrust me further into Fox’s arms. I told him what Brian had said and decided that it was time to distance myself from him. The last thing that has ever been on my mind when it comes to Brian is a relationship. Eww.
The distance seemed to do us good. He moved on with a couple girls. Fox and I broke up, I lived in Europe for a while, moved back home and then the facebook messages started.
Brian wanted to know what I had been up to, and understandable so. We caught up. I started dating Mike and everything went to shit pretty quickly.
Brian informed me that he no longer wanted me to see Mike. Mike had not done any shitty low down bullshit to me; he was (and is) nothing like Fox. Mike wouldn’t break up with me just so he could fuck another girl in our bed one night then get back together with me the next day, and pretend it wasn’t a low down bullshit thing to do because we weren’t technically “together”. He wouldn’t dump me a second time, then bring a crack head back to the house we shared… and tell me to sleep on the couch. Brian wasn’t speaking from a knowledgeable place, he wasn’t looking out for me, he was looking out for him.
So I cut him off again. My cell phone number has not changed since high school, a little while after Brian told me not to see Mike I went with my family to California for a week.
When I got home I had eight voice messages, and ten facebook emails from Brian.
It went from…
“Hey my friend, I am going to a concert this weekend wanted to see if you wanted to come. I will message you about it on facebook.”
To…
“I don’t understand what I did, where did this go wrong? What did I ever do to deserve this? Please call me… please call me back. Call me and let me know what I did. Hello? Hello? Are you listening? Call me back.”
I blocked him.
A few months later I got an email from him, he had erased his old facebook and started over; apparently this is a way around being blocked from one’s facebook.
The focus now and forever since then has been on getting back on my friends list.
Three times he has erased and started over with a new facebook.
Every time he writes me and asks me to be his friend and for an explanation of what he did wrong.
I block him.
He calls I ignore it.
He texts I ignore it.
One day at The Stopper why yes, I worked there, I was zipping around the establishment when out of the corner of my eye I saw Brian and his Mom. They were on table 7, a large top table with four other people. Brian walked over to me as I held a tray of drinks. I stared at him, coming up with an escape plan. I was completely alone, surrounded by so many people.
“I forgot, you work here huh?” He lied, grinning at me like a fucking devil child. “We are celebrating my birthday,” he pointed to the table; his Mom recognized me and smiled kindly. “Mom asked me where I wanted to go, and I said we hadn’t tried this place.”
Fact, The Stopper was at least an hour drive for him and his family to get to from their home.
I don’t know that I said anything to him. I tried to keep my panic hidden. I told my boss I felt ill, walked to the back door and kept going. Two weeks later The Stopper burnt down.
Two months ago, I was sent a friend request from an unknown person. The photo was a picture of a unicorn or some shit. I didn’t respond to the request. A few days later the requester wrote me,
This is Brian, please unblock me.
So, now I am super cautious (not that I shouldn’t be), I do not add information about my location, my work, everything is blocked to those that don’t know me. He dates woman that we both know. I suspect he uses their profiles to watch my moves.
Yesterday I signed on with my computer for the first time in months, because I usually use my phone. In the corner a photo of Brian popped up in the PEOPLE YOU MIGHT KNOW column. Now he is a silent watcher. I haven’t updated any info or photos in so long, it seems like I don’t even exist anymore. I worry about the ten year reunion, which is going to be in a year, what if he goes. Fuck man. He is so crazy I’m taking mace and a knife and I am not joking about that at all.
-ducksoup- 