How I kicked off the new year...

Well, let's just say that it wasn't as difficult to fix a resolution for this year... It turns out that a "friend" of mine, a girl I gave my number to for the singular use of a get together with other old college friends in September, decided it would be appropriate to give out my number to my ex-boyfriend. (He is my ex because he cheated on me with about 4 different girls without my knowledge. We have been broken up for a little over a year.) So, being the 'nice guy' he is, he decided to take my number from the stupid girl. We hadn't talked in about a year. But wait, it gets better.. His mother, for some strange reason, sent me a Christmas card this year. Why, I have no idea. She sent it to my parents' house and they mailed it to me. Of course being the fool I am, I decided to be courteous and send her one back---from my new address. I didn't think anything of it at the time of course, but whatever. So, my ex-boyfriend now had both my new number and my new address. I was oblivious to this until I arrived home again from my parents' a few days after Christmas. I had turned off my cell phone for the holidays, but when I turned it on, I found two messages waiting for me. One was a text message from him, sent on Christmas Day. The other was a voice message from a friend of his asking me to call my ex. Naturally I was furious!!!!!!! And appalled at how he could get my phone number without my knowledge and have the audacity to use it!!! So of course I wasn't going to call him back!! But being the fool I answered the phone when it next rang without looking at the number---and it was him... He told me he WAS COMING to see me. I asked him how he got my number, if and how he even knew where I was?? He then told me about my exceptionally loyal friend.....just wait till I see her next! And then the Christmas card of course. I'm such an idiot! Anyway, he WAS coming that evening. So, needless to say, he did. Could I stop him? Did he listen to my entreaties for him to keep away? Did he ever listen to a d*mn thing I ever said?? Nope. I could have called the police, but that would have been a little extreme, so I just waited--until the creep came. Hadn't changed a bit. Brought me some kind of expensive kitchen crap, and then tried giving me a hug twice. I went through the motions as to have the least amount of physical contact. Then he kept talking and wouldn' t leave until about 4 hours later at midnight when I told him I was tired for the 20th time and was (haha) "glad he stopped by". But it didn't stop there. He was in town for the week, so I guess it was his ambition to make my life a living hell while he could. Went to dinner with him and his friends the next night as they all just kinda "dropped in" without even calling. Then on New Year's eve his friends insisted that I come to some party at a place one of them had in the town I live. This idiot here naturally didn't want to be anti-social with them, and gave into peer pressure as she wasn't able to come up with a decent excuse as to why she couldn't. So then New Year's Eve was a nightmare. When I thought that anything would be better than just sitting alone in my apartment, I was quite sadly mistaken. The activities of the night included watching football and playing beer pong. There were only two other women there, so the three of us just kind of sat around like lumps on the couch while the men tossed pingpong balls into cups and swore at the tv. The conversation was focused on beer, sex, and the amazing size of my ex's penis. When that third part came up I felt like gagging and vomiting on the spot. But I comforted myself with the ignorance I had in the matter, and so was able to keep my stomach contents down for the time being. Then at midnight, this stupid girl, a friend of my ex's, after kissing her boyfriend asked me, "Aren't you and --- going to kiss?" I just gave her a look like, what planet are you from idiot? I think revulsion was probably in there too. Anyway, I should have never come. I felt extremely awkward, and that stupid b&*ch didn't make it any better. And then when I was about to go, as if that nasty girl has some hold over my idiot ex, she tried to get him to walk me to the door. Of course he listened to her, and not to me when I said for the umteenth time "I'm set, I got it, thanks." (I just had a few bags to carry home.) But then he kept trying to corner me when I was putting my shoes on. (He had been playing flip-cup with his buddies like an immature high school kid and was drunk as a skunk---hasn't changed!) I kept looking down and edging away, and he was trying to grab me and god knows whatelse. He was able to get his arms around me, but I didn't put my head up still and pushed him away. He was like, I know this has been awkward, but I have your number now... It was all I could do not to belt him one in the nuts and run out the door screaming. So, the moral of the story: Know who you're talking to when you pick up your phone. And don't leek out any personal information to anyone! (Unless they're really close with you.) My resolution: Never again!