Once upon a time, a man named Anass somehow got my number. For six months he texted and called me in the hopes I would respond. His calls were insistent and his texts, strange. The first time he called he said he wanted to meet me to learn more about what I do, he lived in my site and spoke very good English. I asked if he was a reporter, he didn't respond, I asked if he worked for a local association, he didn't give me a clear answer but simply said he just really wanted to meet me. I told him to go f**k himself and that if he ever called me again I would hunt him down, rip his balls off, and shove them up his a**. I think that is when he fell in love with me.
I ignored his calls and texts for the first three months. My phone constantly buzzed with messages of how we don't know what destiny holds and we should meet, how he knows we have a secret connection, or that I should email him at fabio234@hotmail.com. All the while calling me is sweet Loshia. It took all my strength for me not to reply with "I know what destiny holds, it says that one day my foot will be up your a** if you don't stop contacting me", "F**k.You.", or "hotmail, you have to be shitting me." But I never did, and my silence only increased his love for me.
The next three months I would occasionally answer his calls and bark in the phone, not only wasting his minutes, but hoping to give him the impression I was CRAZY and to leave me alone. My barking only added fire to his passion and his calls and texts kept increasing at a rate that I began to wonder what this guy does for a living? During those three months, I went from being outraged that this guy thinks I am so f**king pathetic or stupid that I would actually be interested in a creeper like him to absolute shock that a guy actually existed that was so horribly pathetic.
It finally got to a point where I had enough. He texted me another plea begging me to give him the pleasure of meeting me. I responded that if he contacted me again I would give him the pleasure of meeting with the local police and the US government. This made him mad. He was indignant, didn't I know he wasn't scared, and he had his own important friends?! Yeah, sure, a man with the email fabio234@hotmail.com is DEFINITELY an important person with important friends. So I let PC know and gave them all his information, and they tried to call him to tell him to back the f**k off, but he never picked up. Our love was lost, or was it?
A week ago a group of tourists came to my site to visit local associations, and one of the places they visited was my center. Accompanying the group was a man named Anass and we had the following conversation...
Me: Anass it is a pleasure to meet you. You are the music teacher who played at the Gnoua Festival right?
Anass: Yes, that was me, the famous music teacher.
Me: Hahahaha. You have really good English.
Anass: Thank you.
Me: And your name is Anass?
Anass: Yes.
Me: And you live here?
Anass: Yes.
Me: You know something really funny?
Anass: What?
Me: There was this creeper named Anass who had really good English who lived here who somehow got my number and wouldn't leave me alone, I had to get my organization involved...
Anass: (awkward silence)
Me: Wouldn't that be really funny if you were the same Anass, because then I would have to punch you in the face! Hahahahahahahahahaha, sigh.
Anass: (awkward laugh) I don't use my phone.
Me: Lucky for you! Hahahahahahah
Anass: (awkward silence)
Me: Well it was a pleasure meeting you Anass.
Anass: Yes, you too.
Me: (f**king a**hole)
I ignored his calls and texts for the first three months. My phone constantly buzzed with messages of how we don't know what destiny holds and we should meet, how he knows we have a secret connection, or that I should email him at fabio234@hotmail.com. All the while calling me is sweet Loshia. It took all my strength for me not to reply with "I know what destiny holds, it says that one day my foot will be up your a** if you don't stop contacting me", "F**k.You.", or "hotmail, you have to be shitting me." But I never did, and my silence only increased his love for me.
The next three months I would occasionally answer his calls and bark in the phone, not only wasting his minutes, but hoping to give him the impression I was CRAZY and to leave me alone. My barking only added fire to his passion and his calls and texts kept increasing at a rate that I began to wonder what this guy does for a living? During those three months, I went from being outraged that this guy thinks I am so f**king pathetic or stupid that I would actually be interested in a creeper like him to absolute shock that a guy actually existed that was so horribly pathetic.
It finally got to a point where I had enough. He texted me another plea begging me to give him the pleasure of meeting me. I responded that if he contacted me again I would give him the pleasure of meeting with the local police and the US government. This made him mad. He was indignant, didn't I know he wasn't scared, and he had his own important friends?! Yeah, sure, a man with the email fabio234@hotmail.com is DEFINITELY an important person with important friends. So I let PC know and gave them all his information, and they tried to call him to tell him to back the f**k off, but he never picked up. Our love was lost, or was it?
A week ago a group of tourists came to my site to visit local associations, and one of the places they visited was my center. Accompanying the group was a man named Anass and we had the following conversation...
Me: Anass it is a pleasure to meet you. You are the music teacher who played at the Gnoua Festival right?
Anass: Yes, that was me, the famous music teacher.
Me: Hahahaha. You have really good English.
Anass: Thank you.
Me: And your name is Anass?
Anass: Yes.
Me: And you live here?
Anass: Yes.
Me: You know something really funny?
Anass: What?
Me: There was this creeper named Anass who had really good English who lived here who somehow got my number and wouldn't leave me alone, I had to get my organization involved...
Anass: (awkward silence)
Me: Wouldn't that be really funny if you were the same Anass, because then I would have to punch you in the face! Hahahahahahahahahaha, sigh.
Anass: (awkward laugh) I don't use my phone.
Me: Lucky for you! Hahahahahahah
Anass: (awkward silence)
Me: Well it was a pleasure meeting you Anass.
Anass: Yes, you too.
Me: (f**king a**hole)
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