top of the pesky meter

i think i've talked about it one time too many here. about the one who keeps calling and sending text messages requesting for a meeting. over the stretch of a year and more, articles about him or merely references to his irritating, insistent and pesky intrusion must have popped up a gazillion times. maybe not a gazillion times, but let's not forget those times that he was being pesky and i didn't even bother to write about. even i am bored of the countless unimaginative reports of him but still he bugs me, and he earns yet another mention in this blog of mine. the last, i hope.

hubby says it's because he is not handsome that i am not exactly climbing over chairs to see him. i think that's hardly the reason. he can be tom cruise and i won't want to see his face again. he is not exactly ugly. but definitely very irritating, by virtue of his persistence. we are merely business acquaintances so i hardly see the reason of meeting up every other month, especially when there is no agenda on the table. acquaintances do become friends, i admit, and over time a rapport is build. but not all acquaintances. not people that you don't click with in the first place.

he asks for meetings more often than those that i have serious dealings with, and perhaps it's because of this unfavourable position that he is seeking to reverse. however, he should learn when to leave a person alone. ask the theoretical master of attraction, step back three steps, leave the girl alone and she will come running, though not necessary applicable in my case or in this case either, but any dumb old theory to get him to move three steps back, a thousand steps if he doesn't mind will be accepted with gratitude.

such persistence, such stamina. tell him no, and he asks again, tell him no again, and he asks yet another time.

pest: i'll be in kl from 17th to 19th. will you be free?
me: no, busy

next week, pest: i'll get in one day earlier, 16th. will you be free?
me: have meeting.

week after that, pest: i'll be leaving on 20th. so friday morning will be good, if you can make it.
me: i'll be busy for the whole two weeks. i can't make it.

he just can't get a hint. sometimes, subtlety is not the way to deal with tenacious people like this. perhaps i shouldn't have given in to his continuous bombings previously, giving him false confidence that he can wear me down with repetition and insistence. but in all frustration that was building up all this while, i finally said to him, ' i can't meet up with you that often. i have many things to do.' perhaps it was said with a little roughness but all the more to push my point across. there. all laid on the table. short of please don't call me again, that was as hard as i could go. still, perhaps he didn't get the blatant in-your-face reply either. i'll catch up with you next time then.

*faint*