A Friendly Pervert

When I was in Hamilton Ontario, I met a man named Ricky.

For the first while this guy was great, we thought he was the perfect investigator. He would read, listen, come to firesides, he even bought new shoes to come to church. He was a great friend and always had the best questions for us to think about.

It was great! In dirty ol' Hamilton no one would listen to us so it was a nice change. He would get some food, we would eat and talk about the things he had read. . . . . . clear up miss-understandings. He said " i will feed you physically, and you will feed me spiritually!"

I think he was the one who introduced me to those really good flat cookies (I miss Canadian food)

After a while, things started to get more personal, he would ask us weird questions about if we were virgins and then volunteering inappropriate information about himself and we knew it was time to stop teaching him (but it was tricky cause he still was coming to church) And when we told him the elders were going to take over teaching him he was NOT ok with this idea because he didn't "trust" them.

I don't remember much, I should pull out my journal. . . . . But it was all over the day me and Minster were doing our morning studies and we got a call from him telling us he had left doughnuts on our doorstep for breakfast (nice gesture-yes, but how is he figuring out where we live?)

Shortly after he called and on the phone he said
ricky- Hi McKay
me- Ricky, you know i want to be called Sister Orton
ricky- Ok then you have to call me Pasture T----- (keeping his name secret)
I got a question for you. . .
me- Ok
ricky- Is your mom's name RaVoe? and your dad Mathew?
me- What?
ricky- Did you date a Nic Russell in high school? and have you ever worked at a popcorn shop?
me- What is going on Ricky? Where are you getting that?
ricky- I have sources
me- Ricky, it is probably better if we didn't talk any more.


Of course we talked to our district leader, and it was great that they ended up sending in the Zone Leaders to talk to him . . . Oh man! Baker and Carter! how funny to think it was two 19-year-old pukes that had to go talk to a marijuana guy, and set him straight (Oh! did i mention he grew marijuana and sold seeds for "collector's purposes"). . . . that should have been our first sign.. . . . stupid sisters.

I got transfered i think that might have a little reason why i got transfered and it was sad i really loved that old crazy city.

But he didn't leave it alone. . . . He was asking he new missionaries where i was, he wanted to come see me. . . he (i don't remember all the details) But he sent a letter to my parents asking to marry me. . . RaVoe was worried and she called the mission office, and I got a call from the mission president making sure i was safe and i felt comfortable. . . It was crazy.

The funny thing was i never felt uncomfortable, he was such a funny guy and deep down he was nice. . . just very inappropriate.


. . . .WELL the Drama continues! I've been home a year now and he sends me packages with kinder eggs. I have given him no response.

But as of recently, I think because of the lack of my interest/response, he has been sending me hate e-mail. And being perverted and so unbelievably rude to me it is crazy. (This is where I need a big brother in my life)

Well GOOD NEWS everyone!! HE found my blog! How? i have no idea. . the same way he found out about Nic Russell. . . And Lucky me he is starting to leave comments. Advertising his marijuana, that is so nice of him.

Yes it freaks me out that he is reading my blog. . . But it just freaks me out that he is out there in this big old world in general.

He even added up all the money he spent on food for my companion and i and demanded it back.
(with out me ever giving him a rude word or comment) It is hilarious.

Bless his heart.


. . . Sigh. . .
Yes, McKay this blog is quite rude and forward. . . but what the hell! this is MY blog.
This is what blogs are all about! who wants to see pictures of babies and hear about lame vacations? Lets get some drama!! This is what i do.. . . This is what i live for!

(not really i just wanted to give ya all' a heads up, i guess)

It would be so sad if I had to make this blog secret because of him- so i won't. I like not knowing who reads it. . . It would effect my writing if i knew certain people where reading it. . . (this post being an example)

I've cut down on all the vulgar jokes now knowing John LaCongnata has tuned in.

I love blogging. . . I love Canada. . . Yesterday i wanted so bad to be a missionary again, every once and a while i get that.
-A fence in Hamilton my first area.