Twilight guy becomes my angry stalker over a piece of toast

I guess I was friends with some goth kinda guy, who reminded me of the guy from Twilight. A brooding, dark haired, sort of lithe, shirtless guy, pale complected and sinewy. He had me over to his garage, which had a kitchen set up in it. He was attempting to serve me tea and toast and honey on a cluttered makeshift table. While he was busy washing a dish, I went to to put some of the honey on my toast. 

He saw what I was doing and became enraged. I was told that I should never do that. He had a completely different plan in mind for how I was to eat the toast, and putting honey on it was the ultimate insult. He wanted to fight me over it, so I decided to go home. 

He summoned a dial a ride. Because he had called it, I was assuming he was going to get on it and follow me, so he could continue our confrontation about the toast. He didn't get on, so I did. But that made me more suspicious. He had wanted me to get on this convoluted bus ride so that he could jet over to my house in his Cabriolet and ransack the place, perhaps steal a teacup or two. I was onto him. 

I kept seeing him surreptitiously following me through an old familiar neighborhood in Santa Monica, always the threat of violence, should I actually confront him. I got out and walked back to his place. Sure enough, he wasn't there. 

I saw a cup which resembled a cup of mine. But it couldn't have been my cup, since I'd destroyed that cup in the microwave recently. In real life, I destroyed a Mr. Fax glass mug by trying to microwave some baker's chocolate in it. It was very similar, though I did notice some design differences, such as a second handle, which was positioned over the top of the mug like a basket. I decided not to take it, though I would've felt justified if I had.  

I left and went to a gas station. He was there, having calculated that I would be there. I told him I didn't want to fight him, but he was dead set on forcing me into some kind of physical conflict. I did some kung fu ju-jitsu moves to counter his attacks. We wound up in some isometric wrestling standoff, with neither one of us gaining the advantage. 

Some bystanders offered me some verbal support, but no one intervened, and the grudge match seemed like it was going to go on forever. I kept thinking, "So, this is what it's like to have Robert Pattinson mad at you." Not sure that's really the guy's name, but it kept repeating in my head, so that's who I'm going with. 

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I woke up to the Christmas stye in my left eye, still present and still bugging me. I hate to have to call either the Walmart eye doctor or the eyelid surgeon over it, but I suspect I will need something to put on it besides apple cider vinegar, which stings and seems to be eroding the skin. It is white and is right on the margin of my lower lid. 

It broke open and drained several times, even bleeding a little once, but it always refills and seems like it gets only more stubbornly angry with my attempts to be quickly rid of it. Yikes. I've got a Robert Pattinson stalker stye. So annoying, yet terrifying.