STALKED (part 3)

As promised, I have another story about my "stalker" whom we will heretoafter refer to as Tom*. Very much not his name, but that's what we're calling him. I can't believe I haven't posted this until now but I guess I just forgot.

So two Fridays ago, I am prepping for my event. I kid you not that just that very day I had thought to myself that I guess "Tom" has gone away. Maybe he took the hint.

I was rounding the corner of the building, and to what should my wondering eyes should appear? "Tom" of course, head to toe in camo, coming toward me like a freight train with the grin of a cheshire cat. Oh dear God. It was too late to turn away.

"'Tom!'" I faked surprise. "What are you doing here?"

He explained that he was sorry for the outfit but had been selling lumber all day because he needed the money, ha ha. I faked a laugh and bid him good luck with that, and unfortunately I have to run because as you can see there is an event going on tonight and I have to help my client. I tried to escape but he wasn't having it. He handed me this:
Yes, that is a million-dollar bill with his mug in the middle that he made himself (check out those chompers). He made sure to point out his phone number was on the front AND the back, and he didn't want to call me at work because he knew I was so busy but that's how to reach him. I said yes, terrible busy - just like I am right now! See you later! And skipped away.

Now - here's the creepster part. Later that night, I was chatting with security and some other folks, and they told me he'd been there at least twice before asking for me. Once was at night during an event (not mine so I wasn't there) and another time during the day when they told him I was in a meeting. And that day when he showed up in camo, he had asked a volunteer where I was an the volunteer literally pointed him in my direction!

I think it's time I send him an e-mail and tell him while I appreciate his friendship, I can't take visitors at work so please stop coming by. Thoughts?