You know what they say: desperate guys call for desperate measures.
"I'm outside the graveyard now with a shovel. Tell me which grave is hers."
Okay, so just imagine this: You've gone out on a few dates with a guy, but you're just not feeling it. Certainly not as much as he's feeling it with you. So, you try dropping a few hints, slowly backing away from the situation. But he seems not to be taking the hint.
Then, one night he texts you with a somewhat unnerving announcement:
"I think we need to have a date tonight! I will be around your house in 30 minutes."
Uh oh. What do you do? Endure another interminable night with a terminably uninteresting guy? Or do you do as 29-year-old British woman Anna Gray did and pretend that you've contracted a terrible disease? Seems like a no-brainer to me:
What did I tell you about not taking a hint. At this point, though, you're kind of stuck in the lie. It'd be awkward to say, "She just came out of the coma and will meet you at the Olive Garden at 8:30."
So, you'd probably better keep it going:
Well, that should do it.
The only thing left for you to do now is shut it all down. Not the lie—the make-believe respirator that's pretend keeping you alive:
And that's how you get rid of a guy who does not want to be gotten rid of.
However, here's something to consider: though Gray's tenacious suitor did ultimately take "dead" for an answer, she did wind up running into him a few months later on a dating website.
"He sent me a horrid message!" she told the Mirror. "Can't say I blame him, really. I am currently engaged to be married and not dead!"
Maybe not, but she'll always be dead to him.