If he can dance.. Do I really want to dance with him?

A little while ago I had a falling out with a male friend. A little after that I saw him randomly in a public place, where he comes up to me (and I'm alone, and on the phone) hangs up my phone call, and asks me about the falling out in a forceful way.

Fast forward three or four months, to say.... now. I log onto my e-mail which I haven't checked in about a month because I've moved out of my parents house where the comforts of everyday living are now non existent. And almost immediately he instant message me. He tells me that he misses our friendship, and he wants to hang out again. What? He then proceeds to tell me that he's been thinking about me a lot lately and asks if I know why. Why? 'hm... could it be possibly because you saw me while I was driving?' I reply. To my amusement, and his amazement, I scored correctly. Then he tells me that I looked really pretty when he saw me. And then the clentcher.. I looked like I had lost a lot of weight.

Please forgive me, I've forgotten why is it exactly that you wanted to reintroduce yourself to me as your friend? Because it seems to me that the only reason you want to actually hang out with me (he asked if I wanted to go to the jacuzzi with him) is to perv on me.

I tell him that I'm unsure of hanging out with him again because I have a lot going on in my life right now. I just got accepted into FIDM, which is a whole other story all on it's own. So he asks him that means that I can't hang out with my friends anymore. Of course not... But he's not really a friend. He's a guy. So then he asks me if I can't hang out with my guy friends? No... My guy friends respect my boundaries and know what no means, which the person I'm talking to, obviously doesn't.

Moral of the story. I am NOT going to dance with this boy. Who likes to dance with a boy who is manipulative, and wants to dance with you just because you're appearance has suddenly changed... Give me a break! Things haven't changed; except for the fact that I can see through your little antics. So here it is: I am not the niave girl I used to be. I will not just dance with anyone who asks me to dance. I have standards. And well, sorry buddy, but you do not even come close to my standards. So I will have to pass on this dance.