This was more than 8 years ago, so some of the details of the end of our time together are foggy. I was young, and there's a good chance that I didn't handle it in a very adult fashion, although I'm sure I made myself clear...we were done.
What happened afterword is crystal clear, though.
My first inkling that this guy was not giving up that easy came the night before graduation. He called and wanted me to drive an hour and a half in the middle of the night to come hang out with him at his parent's place (They were gone. 2 guesses what he wanted).
"Ummm, no, I have to graduate tomorrow."
This didn't seem to faze him (maybe I should have said, "You know, for a big guy you have a small penis."), but I got off the phone and (duh) didn't go see him.
A few weeks later he called me to hang out. I was 200 miles from home, busy for the week, and unavailable.
Then came the clincher. While I was out of town, I met up with my sister near where we were staying.
"You're not going to believe who was just here."
I had no idea. When she told me it was Big Ben my heart nearly came out of my mouth.
A short time later I returned to my car to find a note from him on my windshield asking me to call him (how I managed to not run into him myself I'll never know, but I can't tell you how relieved I was to not have to see this guy). I couldn't believe he found me. Apparently he had up and decided to visit the area and camp with some of his friends... I never knew him to be so spontaneous.
I called, though, and reiterated that I was not in a position to see him. I thought that would be the last of it.
A few months later I had moved to another state. Big Ben contacted me by e mail, asking why I had cooled to him.
"Because you act like a stalker, you know, showing up uninvited and unannounced when I'm 200 miles from home. That's something a stalker does."
That finally put an end to it. I will not think of him fondly.