Remember Date #66? I call him "old yeller" or just plain "psycho". I received this text from him a few days ago:
"Hey, I moved to your neighborhood. Do you want to have a friendly drink in the hood?:)"
Thanks for the lovely offer! But I'd rather have my eyelashes pulled out one by one with tweezers. I have a good amount of friends in my life who DON'T yell at me for taking certain subway lines home.