7 years ago I met a friend through a mutual friend I got close to in work. Let's call her Sarah.
For context, we were both 25, single, singers and generally got on naturally. This friend is charming, pretty, spontaneous, fun and generally lovely. However, she had ways about her which were sometimes a little high maintainace socially ; she had no filter when it came to guys and would be very extra, flipping her hair and often stating "Ugh, are those guys checking me out again? It must be the Sarah effect".. ultimately, this had our mutual friend cut her off as she would make my other friend feel inferior..I'm unsure if I was blind to this or just assumed our other friend was jealous (she was quite a bit older than us). However, I'm beginning to see how humiliating and cringey this is now.
The friend and I stopped talking due to the inevitably of her moving to Australia with her childhood sweetheart over covid and me moving to an entirely different city here in the UK. It's been 6 years since we met/spoke. It sounds bad but I didn't miss her. The last few times we hung out she would ask if she could stop at my flat for days on end and would get pissed if I said no due to me undergoing a stressful Masters degree at the time. We ended things on a good note but never spoke again...
3 months ago I started seeing photos on her Facebook story of my city and was like "oh wow, blast from the past. How random.." and then one day she hit me up on Instagram and says "wait, you live in London??". I've had my location on all my social media constantly so not like she didn't know. I replied thinking "why not?" And she explains how she decided to move back to the UK to a town very close by to try and get a qualification in social care which she's always loved. I told her how great that was and how I hope she was doing OK. She then asks if we can meet up..
I have generalised anxiety so always socially anxious but I was up all night with a gut feeling not to meet up with her. It was so random and seeing as she took advantage the last few weeks we met up I almost cancelled but felt bad as she was so excited.
We met up, it was nice. We joked about old times and had a few drinks but I realised she spent hours talking about how she'd met a group of girls from her work and how "bad" she felt that everytime they went out, she's the only one that got laid and how "impressed" they must have been with her. I swerved this comment as I didn't know how to reply and then she spent a ton of time telling me how she'd matched with a millionaire on tinder who was going to take her to Paris. Within the 4 hrs we met up, she only asked me one question about my long term partner "so how did you guys meet?". The attention was shortly back on her and I began to feel uncomfortable as every bar we went to she would flirt profusely with the barmen, one who she asked "do you not want to make happy hour an hour earlier for me and my friend??" And hitting up randoms in bars whilst they looked at me confused and awkward. She explained she'd broke up with her sweetheart a year ago so was in her single era.
I started to feel unwell after this (I had just come over a virus that weekend) and I could see she saw me uncomfortable so advised we meet up another time. She was neither mean, harsh nor manipulative etc but I felt ..weird after the entire encounter and we didn't speak for days.
She then started messaging me asking if I wanted to have a "girly sleepover" which made me really uncomfortable as I don't even do this with my own friends. I'm 32 and am pretty introverted as it is so the thought of entertaining in my small studio flat was off-putting. I explained how burned out I was and how we could maybe do this in the future.
She has continuously messaged me since we met up, inviting me to events and, more scarily been doing instagram stories of places close to my flat (thankfully she doesn't know where I live although she knows what area of town). I eventually ghosted her until I felt cruel and messaged her yesterday stating that I felt overwhelmed the last few months by work and that I couldn't be the friend I once was due to other commitments. She wrote a nice reply stating
"I was just so excited to have a real friend nearby amidst my recent depression. I think some girl downtime would be medicinal for us both, you know?"
Where do I go from here?
Do I cut this off entirely or hear her out? I'm at a loss with excuses and thought she'd give up by now