Who did I kill in a past life?

Last week my suspiciously gay neighbor asked me if I wanted to go to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert with him. I did the usual "let me check my calendar and get back to you" because I wasn't sure about it. I thought about over the holidays and agreed, thinking it would be strictly platonic. I was just trying to make a friend.

The next day, he called to ask if I wanted to come over for a glass of wine and talk about the logistics of the concert. Again, I thought it about it and agreed, again thinking it would be strictly platonic. And again, I should have known better when he called TWICE to ask what kind of wine I liked and where to find it in Publix.

When I arrived, he poured a glass of the cheapest wine that Publix carries, and in the next breath told me that he made almost six figures. I wasn't sure how to respond to that remark except to say "okay.........."

I was then regaled with a wholly inappropriate story about him mooning people at the Wal-Mart pharmacy because he'd lost weight and his pants were loose and he doesn't wear underwear on his days off. Then he proceeded to tell me REPEATEDLY that he was buying new pants to wear to the concert. STRIKE ONE.

Then, as we were sitting on the couch, and I was trying to engage in casual conversation, he kept creeping into my personal space and trying to hold my hand. Even though I pulled my hand away REPEATEDLY and told him I was feeling crowded, he continued. STRIKE TWO.

And to top it all of, he kept tapping his lips with his fingers. When I asked why he kept doing that, he said he wanted a KISS and then he TRIED TO LEAN IN AND KISS ME!! STRIKE THREE!!!

So I stood up, told him that he was making me extremely uncomfortable, and that I would not be going to the concert with him. Even worse was the fact that I was there no more than 45 minutes. If I had been paying attention, I should've known he thought it was a date when he kept saying how excited he was that I was going to the concert with him.

The next morning, I got a FIVE MINUTE voicemail from him apologizing for his behavior last night. He claimed he'd had to much to drink and had family issues and was not good at dating and how I was a great person and how bad he felt that it didn't work out between us and he never intended to hurt my feelings. Funny-- he didn't hurt my feelings, he creeped the hell out of me!!!!!! I sent a short text saying apology accepted, and got another long, drawn-out apology.

Now I'm even MORE creeped out!!! I've been leaving all of the outside lights on. Seriously, who did I kill in a past life to deserve this kind of punishment???