The return of the Stalker

Oh Good grief. The phone rings. I pick it up... I thought it was Dylan. But a familiar voice said Hello Mrs ...... I froze. It was the Stalker. I haven't heard from him for 6 months or more. I had wondered if he'd died or something.
Stalker is about 58 or 59 now. He's divorced and extremely lonely. He had a motorcycle accident as a teen and has an artificial hip. He walks with a limp (leg, Donna, she has a mind like sludge!). He was given to me as a blind date from a friend (someone is no longer a friend). Now Exaxis... You tell me to beware of internet dating but this was from real life.
Stalker is the most 'out of date' man you have ever met, past the shelf life by 20 years. He wears vests, has a checked blanket on the back seat of his car. Doesn't know who Queen are. Likes Acker Bilk. Smells of mothballs and old men. But mostly is a total letch. The biggest letch ever.
He also used to sit in his car outside my house and watch us. He'd turn up uninvited. He wanted me soooo badly. I went out for a meal with him once and on the way back he took a detour into some dark lanes. I freaked and asked him where he was taking me... 'Somewhere private' he said.
I INSISTED he turned back and threatened to get out and walk.... He took me home.
I have this problem ditching people I don't like. I can't be mean... I just can't do it.
My best boy mate told me to tell him to 'Fuck off and Die' I was always afraid he'd go off and take an overdose if I did that. But besides all that, he doesn't listen. He only hears what he wants to hear.
'No I do not want to go out with you'... Translates to 'I want to shag you silly'
Tonight he played games with me to get me to talk to him. He called, then said immediately... Hang on I'll call you back. He rang again in 1/2 hour. Then said his mobile was ringing and he'd call me back. Didn't give me time to say a word.
Then he called again.
He was very polite and asked how I was. He said he was lonely, he thought about me often. He asked if I had a man. 'Yes' I said 'An Occasional one' Uh oh... Mistake.
'I'd love to take you out for a meal' he purred... 'Last time I kept my hands in my pockets"
'What' I said.. Irritated.
'I behaved, I want an opportunity to be bad'
'Look I have to go to bed', I tried to escape.
' Ah if only I could come with you'
'Ok well I'm going now goodbye'
He was in Fourth gear. 'Well say goodbye to those gorgeous daughters of yours and those cats... How many do you have?'
'Three' sigh
'So many pussies all under one roof.... ' he gushed with sexual excitement 'sheer heaven'
He makes referrals about the girls all the time.
'Talk to you soon'
I now have to go scrub myself for fear he's contaminated me and now I'll worry he'll be sat outside again in his bloody car watching me. One good thing... With the old disabled leg, I doubt he'll out run me.