This guy has been almost getting more relaxed in his ways and not so compulsive to do things, but he is still a bit of a problem. Wednesday night he saw me in the parking lot by my car as he was pulling in. There is an alley, so he drove right on through and went to the front of the building and pretty much waited for me. He appeared that he was carring things from this work truck up to his apartment, moving boxes, I think. Of course he stopped me as I attempted to go up the stairs. He was giving me the "nice guy" stuff and said he was sorry if he's been bothering me too much, or sorry if he's been scaring me. I reminded him, yeah, well, things went farther than I expected, too. He said something like, Oh...yeah, well, um, sorry about that. I'm like yeah. I don't really believe. I'm only getting notes under my door every other day now. He mentioned that he'd hoped to have me over for dinner sometime, but I told him that don't even bother because I don't eat. He became confused enough and I was soon able to get away up the stairs. Not much else to tell you.