So let's say you tell this guy, "listen buddy, that's not what I'm all about, so BEAT IT. Delete my number, because I don't want to hear from you again."
And he does. And six months go by and you don't hear from him again. And it's good because you're a nice girl who is looking for a nice guy, but you're sad because you actually did kinda like him. He's tall and funny and has a good job and all the things that you generally required of someone who is going to be boyfriend material. With some extras - like being super cute.
And then on a beautiful Sunday afternoon you're sitting at your pool next to your friends and you're chatting and you see someone waving at you from across the pool. And you're like "hmmm who's that", and then you realize IT'S THE DUDE.
And it kind of freaks you out but whatever it's Chicago you're bound to run into each other again at some point.
So let's say you chalk it up to a freak incident and move on with your life.
Then let's say you're coming home from work on a Monday evening and you walk in to the lobby of your building and BOOM. THE DUDE. THERE HE IS. AGAIN. AT YOUR HOME. AGAIN.
So you're like Holy Shit, he's either stalking me, OR HE'S MOVED IN TO MY BUILDING.
So let's say you send him a facebook message, and it turns out, YEP. HE MOVED IN TO YOUR BUILDING.
OF ALL THE BUILDINGS IN CHICAGO, HE PICKED YOUR BUILDING TO MOVE IN TO.
And yes, he knew it was your building.
Let's say you tell some of your good friends, to gauge their reactions, because you aren't sure if yours is appropriate:
[The Dude] MOVED IN TO MY BUILDING
me: omg. stop. i hate you.
whew. that was good. ok. wiping the tears now.
youre lucky i brought my mascara today