PART TWO
I gave it one more feeble chance and we hung out one more time. He of course, kept "not getting it" and kept making advances and bargains and pleas while I held to my refusal to lead him on.
Then, as worst case scenario occurred, he was continuing to be obsessive, childish and irritating to no avail. That was the go at trying to be friends, and it failed full-on. I lost any will to do so and my bullshit capacity weight was exceeded.
I again told him why he should to cease to think I was going to date him, in a more precise but considerate way. I began to feel uncomfortable with the spotlight on me and all the continuous "why nots" but answered his questions and went back home mentally exhausted.
Meanwhile, he calls up all his friends to bitch, blaming them for "getting his hopes up", drinks a bunch of whiskey, goes around his neighborhood knocking mailboxes out of yards, takes some pills, calls me up with a combination of cussing and sobbing while confessing love for me. Then he got arrested after a guy called the cops about the mailbox massacre.
I wasn't there for that tantrum, but I'm embarrassed and feel genuinely sorry for him now.
EDIT: he also punched his mom in the face.
