SOLVED: The construction workers showing me shapes were helping my boyfriend propose to me… and I ruined it

Hey all, I’ve been getting spammed with messages from people asking me for an update on my last two posts (Original and Update) and wow do I have some really crazy developments to report!

If you missed those two posts, on the high rise construction site adjacent to my building, a worker was showing me a pentagon with his arms, then flashing me with five fingers repeatedly one day, and then showing me a rectangle and flashing four the next. On both days he was later joined by several other workers. Commenters who worked in construction told me I was being messed with, which I agreed with at the time and tried to write it off as such.

As many commenters predicted, the next day was more of the same, except the construction worker was showing me a triangle with his arms (which looked just like the pentagon but with locked elbows) then three fingers. I was pretty sick of it as that point, so I tried not to look out the window, but it became very difficult not to when out of the corner of my eye I saw what seemed to be half of construction crew doing the triangle at me and showing me three. At that point, idk what came over me, but I called the police and told them that I was feeling threatened and harassed by the workers because they were distracting me and counting down to lord knows what.

I instantly regretted that because I just called the police on a bunch of strange men hell bent on bothering me, and they knew exactly where I worked, what parking lot I parked in, etc. So I didn’t even stick around to see what happened. I told my boss I was feeling very ill and asked if I could work from home the rest of the day, then left.

I became so paranoid that I stayed home the rest of the week too. I could barely sleep due to intense anxiety about going back to work and when I did, I was having crazy nightmares. Then I had a full on psychotic panic attack on Saturday when I got a text from an unknown number with just the number “1” and an accompanying call with a robot voice saying “1” and hanging up. I ran out the house and to a friends place and crashed there.

The next day I got a surprise call from my long distance boyfriend asking to have dinner that night, saying he got a last second assignment in my city and was about to fly in. It should have clicked then, but I was sleepless and still anxious as fuck. I was too scared to drive so my friend gave me a lift. As we turned the corner, I saw that in front of the restaurant, there were a bunch of construction workers holding their hands in a “zero.” I saw that and immediately told my friend to drive away. And get us back home. On the way home I was having the most intense heart palpitations I’ve ever had, and after a bit I felt the entire left side of my body going numb. I was unable to lift my arm and was convinced I was having a stroke so I told my friend to get us to the hospital.

As we were pulling into the hospital, my boyfriend called and asked where I was. I tried to explain as best as I could, and then told him I was going to the hospital. He started apologizing which confused me so I asked what he was apologizing for and he said that he was the one behind the construction workers showing me a countdown of shapes. He drove to the hospital to meet up with me and explained everything— He was offered a job in my city and was going to take it and move here, so he was ready to propose. I had been telling him recently that I was really bored at work and was obsessed with watching the construction workers, and so on his last trip he had apparently visited the site and worked out a deal with the workers and offered them a couple thousand dollars to show a countdown to earliest day he could get here so he could propose that night.

So that’s the resolution to that mystery. The lesson here is to not date a crazy romantic who forgets that his partner has a history of anxiety and paranoia. I’m okay now, but I told him he’s going to have to find a way to propose that doesn’t send me to the hospital if he wants to cuff it.

I return to work tomorrow and aim to not look out that window once.