I did some research and dug into Maliheh’s background a bit and found she’s lived in a number of states, including California. She appears to be an only child and lost her father back in 1994. She’s now 53.

I was unable to gain access to the criminal file I found on her but learned several other tidbits of information on this pathetic person I only met once – just once - who apparently still holds a grudge against me for “Dear Johning” her 19 years ago when she was 34 and I was 25. The “Dear John” letter was really an “I just want to be friends” speech I gave her. And I said it over the phone, not on paper. My intention was to let her know up front that while I was attracted to her, I wasn’t in the market for a relationship at the time with all I had going on with me, and so I just wanted to be friends. I didn’t want to lead the girl on, even though there were things I didn’t like about her and I doubted I’d want more than casual sex with her. In the end, we were never intimate in any way. She kept insisting her next partner was going to have to get tested for AIDS, but I felt that was a bit premature. The only intimacy shared between us was when she was all over me at the club we met at. Yeah, she was a bit tipsy the night we met in Northampton, MA the summer of 1991, LOL, though I admit I enjoyed her attention. She used to attend a sign language class with Kim, the girl who lived next to me at the time.

So we danced, we kissed, we talked, and then the next day she was very rude to me on the phone. I felt like I was talking to an entirely different person. We got onto the subject of guitars, something we both played at the time. I mentioned one of my strings breaking and she offered to pick me up a new string on her way over for the visit that never came to be. Then she got mad at me when I told her to hang on because I didn’t remember which string it was that broke.

Next she accused me of playing “20 Questions” and being persistent. I didn’t think I’d asked too much other than the normal getting-to-know-you kind of stuff, or that I had been persistent in any way, but she obviously thought I had been.

Her coldness and false assumptions and accusations really pissed me off. I started making prank phone calls to her. It was wrong. I don’t deny that. I got subpoenaed to appear in court and then she started pranking me in return, only she didn’t get caught. The courts didn’t do anything but slap me on the wrist, but I had to go through a whole lot of stress until they did.

Out of curiosity, I look up people I once knew that I both liked and disliked, something I’d be willing to bet the vast majority of us do from time to time. I found her first on Facebook. I was pretty sure it was her even though she was holding a cat in her picture that was partially blocking her face, coupled with the fact that she’d gained a lot of weight over the years. I said, what the hell, and so I sent a message. This was about two weeks ago. My journal link is on my profile page there. She obviously gathered information about me by reading it before she started badgering me on Formspring when I posted the link to it a few days ago in one of my entries.

I’m not going to get into how I figured out it was her. All the “ex-con in the unreal world” will say is that I hope she’s gotten me out of her system by now. We obviously don’t like each other, and although I didn’t want to, I contacted her one last time and asked that she please back off and just leave me alone. At first I would’ve been willing to hear her out if she’d quit cowering behind anonymity and being too gutless to face me directly, but now I don’t want to know she exists. Not directly, not indirectly. I only want her to just get back on with her life. She’s welcome to follow this journal, but I don’t want any more contact from her, and I won’t contact her again either. She has my word on that one.

In more important and better news, I really appreciate my loving hubby and friends for their support. As one friend said, I have the power of BLOG, and so if this fool wants to give me more info to put in it, then so be it (though I’d still prefer her to grow up and back off). Either way, I appreciate my two male cyberbuds. They are not only wonderful sounding boards, but they make me feel like they’re looking out for me, and it’s nice to know they care. I value and appreciate their feedback, opinions and suggestions.

As for Marie…she still rocks my world! And while my husband and journal may be enough of a “bitching outlet,” it’s still nice to know I can share my troubles and annoyances with her, too. She has a heart of gold, something that can’t be found in too many people.

Later…

Ended up getting up later than expected thanks to it getting so cold in here early this morning. Every time I think we’re done with cold mornings, one sneaks up on me. I woke up shivering at 7:30, just a few hours after I crashed, and saw that it was down to just 57º in the bedroom. Tom was already up. So I threw my robe on and drifted back off to sleep about an hour later and didn’t get up until 2:00. I was surprised I slept so late. Of course by then it was 79º in here. Overall it has been unusually cool, once again. We had to open windows for a while but didn’t need the cooler.

One of my buddies fondly let me know I’ve been blogging too much and should focus on my book, LOL, and I am. I am. My chapter-a-week goal has been coming along nicely so far. I’m on chapter 16 and up to 44,000 words. I don’t know how many chapters I’ll have, but I’m guessing around 30. So Digital Confessions should be “released” in September or October, cuz remember, once it’s done I still have to proofread it and try to catch any typos and discrepancies.

Nonetheless, I wasn’t kidding when I told those who are automatically emailed my posts to let me know if it gets to be too much. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings if they ask for their emails to be pulled out because I know that anytime they want to know what’s going on with me they can either email me or go directly to any of the sites I write at.

Marie and I chatted briefly. She’s kind of stressed out now with roommate troubles. So she’s looking to move out and find someone who wants a roommate. I let her know she could email me anytime she needs to vent. Hey, I do it to her! It may not do much for her to know it, but if I were single and living near her (or she near me) I’d take her in without hesitation even if she may get to be a bit much for me at times and I had to chase her around with a whip periodically to keep her in line. :)

Before learning the identity of my little interviewer, someone suggested whoever was asking me those “questions” on Formspring was perhaps a complete stranger. I always disagreed. Judging by the type of “questions” and overall tone, I doubted it was a stranger. I figured it was probably someone I hadn’t seen or spoken to in a million years. But there was a degree of emotion behind their “questions” that pretty much told me it was no stranger.

Another part that won’t go online: I went into the privacy settings on Formspring to allow anonymous questions again, only I didn’t say so in my last post. I want to see if they’re checking up on me. Not long afterward I got an anonymous question asking: What foreign Country scares you the most? I answered with: Probably one of the Middle Eastern countries.

Look at the way they capitalized the C in “country.” I noticed that with my troublemaker’s questions. They often cap the first letters in nouns like Germans do.

But is it really Maliheh? She hasn’t logged into her Twitter or MySpace account in a year, though I can’t say when she was last in her Facebook account. They don’t show the last logins. If she hasn’t been in any of these accounts and no longer uses the email address I found for her, then she wouldn’t know I sent her anything unless she really is reading my journal.

But maybe she hasn’t logged in on MySpace because she knows the messages are from me. I told her in the email I had tried to contact her on other sites.

And here’s something else that’s weird. Why hasn’t she blocked me on any of these sites, and why did the name change on the Twitter account? When I first looked her up on Twitter I found one nameless account with 1 tweet. Today the name Joni M Something was added to the s/n. So again I searched for her name. I got a different account with her name on it this time around. I swear these things weren’t there before. And she’s following the account I first tweeted to. She has no tweets in this seemingly new account, though. and I don’t know just how new it really is since she’s got 8 followers.

Whether she’s the one harassing me or not, I’d say that yeah, she probably did get at least one of my messages.

Now back to the noun capper. Could it be the same person? Hmm… if it is, why would they suddenly ask a reasonable question? If it’s her, is it her way of “defying” my commands to leave me alone? By asking a normal question she gets to defy this order, in a sense, because then I don’t supposedly know it’s her communicating with me and that she’s not complying with my telling her to leave me alone.

Well, like I said, I love a good mystery, but I sure am curious! I’ll be around to see if they strike tonight if they’re bothering to check my privacy settings regularly or if they contact me elsewhere.

In tomorrow’s entry, I’ll mention that I’m allowing anonymous comments again, and see if they ask me yet more “questions” giving me clues as to who they are. Just as long as they don’t fuck with the unemployment till it either runs out or he gets a job!

I was just going to comment on how much quieter the dogs have been, but they’re going off right now. Where would Jesse be at this time on a weeknight? I bet they’re still going off early in the mornings, but I haven’t been up then recently.