Well, we dated for 3 months. That's it. I broke up with him the other day, and since then he's come into work twice. He knows the code to get into my house (I don't have a key, its a 3-digit password thing) He's left me notes in my room twice, the last time he brought all my stuff back, which worked out I guess. And the last time he came into work (yesterday), he asked if we could talk privately, and he made me cry, but luckily my boss Gina (the coolest person ever) came out and ran him off.

Last night I pushed my recliner up against the door and locked it before I went to sleep. I'm gonna go upstairs and talk to my roommate about changing the code on the door.