This Can't Be Happening

I'll start with the lesser of two evils.

One of the eHarmony guys has officially crossed into a zone I'd like to call, "creepy stalker." You may have heard of it before. Uhhh...nightmare scenario case #1. This is exactly what I DIDN'T want to have happen!

Don't worry, I'm not going to need to get a restraining order (or a gun). I HOPE it is a pretty isolated incident. So here's the deal, he decided to "Fast Track" me. That just means instead of sending each other multiple choice and essay questions (not even kidding with that comment, that's what you really do), he elected to go straight to the open communication where you send each other emails on there. He sent me a very normal first message which I received last night. I didn't have a chance to respond (because of the second evil, which surprisingly worse than a stalker). But he saw that I read his message and sent me another one (last night not long after I read his first message). This one was a bit lengthy and started with "Hey great to hear back from you."

(Hear back from me? When did you hear from me? I have said nothing to you.)

Then, he proceeded to type out answers to questions I never asked. I didn't want to know why you moved back to Austin. Actually random dude, I didn't know you ever left. Nor did I care.

Next, he asked me EIGHT questions. That is unprecedented on eHarmony. You stick to asking 3-5 questions. And these aren't small questions either. One question, and I am quoting verbatim, "What are your 3 things you love to do most on a regular basis?" (His grammar was not fixed as to make mine look better.)

Lastly, where he officially wins the creapster card, is today I get home from work and log onto Facebook, he's sent a friend request. You should know, eHarmony only puts your first name up for others to see. So he must've looked up every Jenny in Austin until he matched the picture.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.

Second evil (that I transitioned so well into): Emily (in case this is your first time reading my blog, she is my best friend) is moving to Mexico.

Not really Mexico, but pretty dang close. McAllen. It even starts with an M. And if you look at a map of Texas, it is questionable as to which side of the border it lies.

Her husband has been offered to be transferred there. He doesn't have to take it. But the way his company works, if you want to be promoted any sooner, you have to first move to another town (therefore be out of your element and see how you do) and then they will promote you faster. They can't give him an exact time frame, but the typical person is transferred for a year. Even after that, you don't get to 100% choose where you want to be. But they will take into consideration your wants a little more at that point.

What am I supposed to do without my best friend here? McAllen is only about 20 minutes (I think) from South Padre, so I think I will get some considerable beach time in this summer. That is after I drive a minimum of five hours to get there.

I agree, he does need to take the job. But dang, why McAllen?

This can't be happening.