I'm Not Jessie's Girl

I've had to tell this story to a few people recently, and thought that it would be a good time to share it with the rest of the world. Brace yourselves! This is one of those "Only Katelyn" stories: it will have you laughing, feel creeped out, and wondering what goes through some people's minds.
This explains why I'm not Jessie's girl.

This tale starts my senior year of high school.
I went to my friend, Cassie's graduation party. It was nothing out of the ordinary; there were kids from school, her family, banners with "Congratulations Graduate!" all over the place, and a cake to match. I had stayed at the party for a decent amount of time, but was getting ready to leave when Cassie says that there is someone she wants me to meet. I assume that it is another family member, and therefore, agree to go with her to meet this person. Cassie motions for her boyfriend, Evan, to walk over, and Evan brings a friend. (I can't believe it. Even at another person's graduation party I have people trying to set me up on a date!) Evan introduces the new guy as his cousin, Jessie. I shake his hand and make small talk. Admittedly, he was kind of cute, but that didn't change the fact that I had to leave the party. I tell Cassie bye, and Jessie that it was nice meeting him, but then I get in my car and leave.
I don't get a chance to talk to Cassie until almost 3 months later, but when we do talk she doesn't mention anything about Jessie. In my mind I knew that she thought it was a lost cause. There was no way for me to go off to college and try to start a long-distance relationship with someone I had just met. Cool. End of the line, right? (Here's a clue: if that were the end of the story, it wouldn't be nearly as interesting...)

Flash Forward Two Years
I'm now in my fourth semester of college. I have a good life in a new town, a brand new roommate who is amazing, I'm on the Dean's List, and I'm feeling good about life.
One day, while I'm trying to finish some homework, my room phone rings. Thinking it is a desk worker wanting me to cover her shift, I answer.
Me: Hello, this is Katelyn.
Caller: Yeah, hey. Is this Katelyn Vinson?
Me: Yes it is. How may I help you?
Caller: You might not remember me, but my name is Jessie. We met a couple years ago at Cassie's graduation party.
Me: ...Okay....
Jessie: I really felt a connection between us when we met. So I rented a car and drove down from Washington D.C. to visit you for the week. I'm in front of your dorm right now.
Me: ...Wait....What?!
Jessie: Yeah, I talked to Cassie and she gave me some of your information so I could find you and surprise you. But I'm out front. You should come down to see me.

My first thought is, "I'm going to pulverize Cassie.Plain and simple." Then I couldn't do anything but stop, stare blankly at the wall, and try to figure out how to deal with this situation. I couldn't avoid him the entire week; I couldn't let him live in his car, and he couldn't crash in my building's lobby (my boss would have killed me!), but there was ABSOLUTELY NO WAY that he was staying with me. Nope. Not happening.

While I try to think of the best solution for this awkward situation, I take my roommate downstairs with me to meet him. (There was no way I was meeting him alone: he found me after two years of no contact, and then drove more than 500 miles to see me. There had to be something wrong with this guy!) We eventually check him into the building because neither my roommate nor I know what else to do. We both have homework to finish, but we can't exactly leave this guy wandering the residence hall. We let him sit in our room while we do homework, but our door stays open so that everyone walking by can see what's going on, and then stop in to talk to us and give us a distraction from this weird invader. Eventually my roommate and I get tired and really want to kick Jessie out. But I felt guilty just telling him to get out, so I showed him to a hotel just off the interstate. We talk a little, and I try to convince him that he really shouldn't have taken a week off from work just to come down to see me. I say that we can talk on the phone and get to know each other a little better before driving 500 miles for a date. He really should go home, take back his hours at work, and we'll start slow. But he wouldn't have any of it. He was bound and determined to stay the full week.

I go to work the next morning, and there is Jessie, sitting in the chair opposite my desk. He brings me a coffee and donuts, and while I was thankful for food, I was also a little hesitant: I don't know this guy, I don't trust him, I don't know what he could have done to my food. I waited for him to eat a few donuts out of the box and then watched him drink his coffee, and decided to take a chance and eat the food he brought for me.This sort of routine keeps happening throughout the week: he follows me to class, he waits for me at work, he goes to programs around campus because he knows that I'll be there. I keep thinking that I'll get used to him, but I don't.
As the week progresses, Jessie makes several attempts to show me how devoted he is to me. He tries to hold my hand, put his arm around me while we walk; he hugged me bye, but held the hug for way too long and I become uncomfortable; he tried to kiss me. A lot. I didn't really know this guy, I didn't want him touching me, and I REALLY didn't want him kissing me. Blegh! But even with me turning him down every time he made a pass at me, he was persistent, I'll give him that.

By the end of the week, I'm more than ready for Jessie to leave. I was annoyed, I felt like I had stalker that I had to be nice to, and I just wanted to get back to my normal schedule. But once again, Jessie was waiting for me when I got to work that morning. He talked while I worked and tried not to roll my eyes at everything he said. He mentioned me coming back to Washington D.C. with him, but I repeatedly declined. When my shift finally ends, I tell Jessie that I have to get ready for classes, and he agrees that he should probably get back to D.C. We say goodbye, he leaves my building and I go back upstairs.
Approximately ten minutes after returning to my room I hear someone yelling my name from outside my window. This isn't anything too unusual because my room was right next to the main pathway on campus, but I didn't recognize the voice. I ease my way over to the window and look down onto the sidewalk, seeing only Jessie. Not knowing what else to do, I yell out to him.
Me: Jessie? What are you doing here? I thought you left...
Jessie: I did leave. I got on the interstate and had to turn around. I can't leave here without telling you...
Me: *blank stare*
Jessie: I love you!
Me: *Completely baffled face*
Jessie: I love you! Will you marry me?
Me: ...Are you kidding?! You can't be serious!
Jessie: I'm completely serious. I even have a ring. Come down and look at it. Marry me, Katelyn.
Me: *face-palm*

I grab my backpack and race downstairs and outside to meet him. At this point, I'm fuming. You can almost see the smoke coming out of my ears I'm so mad. I don't understand how he can say those words to me, and ask me such a serious question. There is no way that this guy actually love me! I don't give Jessie a chance to speak first, as I'm already going on this rant. I know that I had to be turning colors from being so outraged, I was yelling, my hands were flying. I was giving him the riot act: No I would not marry him. I don't love him, I don't even know him! He dropped into my life unexpectedly and unwanted, and I tolerated him the best I could, with as much civility as I could. But I, in absolutely no way, felt romantic feelings towards him. Not in any way, shape, or form.
I pause halfway through my rant to take a quick breath and Jessie interrupts me. He tells me that he does love me, and he knows that I would be a great mom. He really wants to marry me, and for me to move to New Orleans to help him take care of his 3 year old daughter.
With that sentence I had a moment of clarity. The entire situation made more sense than it had for a week. Jessie didn't love me and he didn't want to marry me; he wanted someone to clean up his mess. He wanted a girl who would look good in front of a judge and help him get custody of his daughter back, and then she would take care of his pre-formed family. He thought I could fix it all. Granted, he had done his research: he knew I liked kids and worked well with them; he knew that I wasn't into any kind of trouble (like drugs, or problems with the police), and my friend Cassie had told him that the only goal I had in life was to be a Momma and take care of my kids. While I understood all of that, I was still torqued. I continue my rant and leave the scene by telling him that I don't love him, I won't love him, and I will never marry him. As I huff off to my class, I hear him yell after me, "So....you'll think about it..?" 

Now, I've had my fair share of creepers, but Jessie drove the farthest and definitely had a plan. Now, it wasn't a GOOD plan, but it was still a plan. Have you ever had a person that you barely knew show up and surprise you like that? Has anyone asked you to marry them under false pretenses? Am I the only person that things like this happen to?! What do you think about Jessie and his antics? Do you think I should have handled things differently? Like always, I look forward to hearing what you have to say about my unusual experiences.