Stage Five Clinger

As some of you may recall I went on a date last Friday, that I felt very positively about.  Turns out, he did too.  And told me how beautiful and wonderful I was all night long.  This was fun for a minute.  After about a day of this, it was no longer fun.  It got a little obsessive.  When he repeatedly called and texted on Saturday night I got a bit worried.  As I am sure you can imagine there was a lot of hand holding and starring into my eyes on our second date.  This was Sunday night, as he was out of town for work the following week.  During his work trip he called me nightly, at the end of the week he said this was the best week of his life because he got to talk to me every night.  He also told me that he didn't want to see other people, after six whole days.  I told him I didn't think that was a good idea.  I proceeded to Dallas for a little time away (phew).  During my trip to Dallas, my stage 5 clinger (as we began to call him) called and texted some and I was feeling like he had "let go," a little bit.  Until Saturday night that is.  He called me during the wedding I was at, knowing I was at a wedding, texted numerous times, and then at 2 am left me a minute and a half long voicemail that went a little something like this...

"I am just calling to tell you that you are AMAZING...It's like a little bubble goes off in my head saying, you are AMAZING...like WOW...WOW...I just wanted you to know that I know that you are AMAZING..."  It kept going.  (Jennifer I am sad you didn't hear this one.)  Now I do find it flattering, so I had a difficult time pinpointing this.  His desperation comes off as incredibly unattractive, but I think more than anything I have no respect for someone who can carry on like this after only 14 days of knowing me.  I also think there is a possibility of him turning a bit possessive.
That being said, I set out to end this thing, and when I told him that he was freaking me out, he responds by telling me that he only needs to see me one day a week.  I think "Ok, this can work.  I like hanging out with him."  Once he sees me one day, Wednesday, he asks if I would like to go get ice cream on Friday for my "half birthday."  I respond, "It's my half birthday??"  I had no idea, but he did.  So I decided on Friday that I would take half a day off work, eat half a sandwich for lunch, then drink half a bottle of wine for dinner, kidding. I did humor him and meet up with him for a quick drink.  He then wanted to make plans for Saturday, wanting to come over after the wedding I went to, calling repeatedly Saturday night.  And again on Sunday, when I said no he tried again for Tuesday.  It seems he lied about only needing to see me once a week.  I am not sure where to go from here, but I will leave you with an old proverb that I borrowed from one of my avid blog readers.
If you don't want the animal to shit in your backyard, you have to quit leaving food out for it.
-Mike Jackson