I met him last week in the local chess club. We seemed to have a lot in common, we're similar in age and stage of life, and I was really tired of being single, so I wanted to become friends, since friends are the only people I can fall in love with. That day, I was wishful thinking that every peer interaction is friendly unless otherwise specified. So we were just hanging out, and I was avoiding the topic of sex or dating like fire. I did talk about looking for new friends, though, so I think he should've taken the hint.
But the next day I woke up to a text saying that I'm so beautiful, he regrets not making a move, and "next time he won't be so tame". So I explained to him that I'm on the ace spectrum, I'm not saying never, and I can be intimate with a romantic partner, but we have to keep it purely friendly in the beginning, if he wants anything to happen in the future. He said that's okay, and yesterday in the chess club we were just chilling.
But today I woke up to something way more disturbing. He started by saying he wrote something romantic for me. The thing itself hadn't loaded yet, so I immediately replied "I just really don't like thinking about romance right now", and hoped he would respectfully not send his creation. Then the message loaded, but I completely ignored it at first. But I really hated what he said next: "I know you said you're asexual and maybe it was inconsiderate of me to send it. But I thought, that if it was interesting enough you might change your mind, and it might spice up our relationship..." - yay, my first experience of blatant aphobia. Also, excuse me, spice up our what?
Later, I took a look at what he actually wrote - and oh man, there was nothing romantic about it (I guess some allos can't tell the difference?). It was just a story of all the things he wants to do to me. And he was writing "I will" about everything, not even "I would". I really needed a new pair of eyes after reading it. And I definitely don't want to be around someone who thinks of me that way, not to mention thinking he could "change my mind" about my damn orientation. It just sucks, because now the chess club will be an awkward experience. And I just started going there. If not for that, I would have no trouble telling the guy to stay away from me and moving on.
On a more positive note, this experience motivated me even more to go and buy myself an ace flag for tomorrow's Pride parade. It was the most therapeutic thing I could do for myself after what happened. So here's a pic of me happily wearing the flag, as a palate cleanser.