A few weeks before Valentine's Day I recieved a package on my door step that included: 2 stuffed Valentine's Hearts and a card that read: To the pretty longhaired girl. Wierd? Indeed, yet I was still a little intrigued. The card included a number and the name "Meechie" (inside I'm praying to God that this is a nickname), and before my "smart ***" (pun intended) thought about what the hell I was doing, I dialed the number before blocking out my own. Luckily, I got no answer. So, A few days later, the number pops up on my caller identificator (LOL 2009, no more abbreviations). However, by this time I had decided that If "Mister Secret Admirer" was about anything real, he would've had the balls to approach me. He obviously knew where I lived and had seen me. Therfore making what he did, borderline stalkish. I ignored the first 8 calls (yes, 8) but got a hilarious laugh out of some of the messages he left. MESSAGE # 1: (wierd/stalker voice. LaughingOutLoud) "Wassup, 'dis Meechie. Tell ya sissuh (apparently he thought he was leaving a message on my sister's phone) don't be scedd (scared). I jus' wanna get to know her. I'm tryin to find me a real woman. But they won't gi' me a chance.* Tell her call me. Dis Meechie." *I wonder why they wont "give you a chance". I'd be skeptical too, "StalkerMan" MESSAGE # 2: (wierder stalker voice. RollingOnTheFloorLaughingMyAssOff) "Hey girl, dis Meechie. You answered last time and hung up on me. Don't be scared." *I had a momentary lapse in judgement and just flipped my phone open without seeing who was calling. So, after the 9th call I decided "what the hell?" I'm just gonna answer and try to find out who the hell he is and if nothing else, tell him to please stop calling me. So, I'm at work one day and his number (which I have now saved in my phone as "Don't Answer") pops up. So I answer. Conversation goes as follows: Me: Hello? MEECHIE: 'Sup? Me: Yes? MEECHIE: 'dis Meechie Me: Yes, I got your gift, Thanks. What's your real name? MEECHIE: Demetrius. Me: Where do you know me from? MEECHIE: We went to school together. Me: Ummm ok, well again thanks for the gift, but could you please not call me again? MEECHIE: huh? I mean we can't.... Me: Thanks for the gift. Bye! And that was the last I heard from Mister MEECHIE. Or so I thought. Now, fast forward to a couple days ago. I get a MySpace message from a friend I will call "CoolChick" saying that a friend of hers saw me on her page, and asked her to get in touch with me for him. At first, I'm skeptical, but again being the "WhatTheHell" kinda person I am, trust her good judgement and get the guys number. I ask her what his name is and she says, "MEECHIE". Lightbulb! Inside I'm thinking "wait a minute". I give her the rundown of my previous happenings with a "MEECHIE" and ask her opinion. CoolChick says: COINCIDENCE. I don't know people. I have yet to call the latest MEECHIE. Although I plan to. I told CoolChick that Iwould start off with a text maybe, but the determining factor is most definitely going to be voice comparison, so eventually I will have to talk to him. I will keep you posted. But for now, I need opinions?