A stalker

Guess what?  I may have my own personal stalker!  How lovely, I know!  But yes.  About a week ago I posted about being indirectly asked out by a random guy through his friend, who I'm friends with.  Today, at lunch, my friend gave me a note.  It said- To McKenna Oberon, from... we'll call him Ryan Alastair.  It's close enough to his name.  It also had written on it for my friend (Ty) not to read it.  I opened up the note, and it had 4 questions on it for me to answer.  (I also found out this guy is homeschooled and has no other means of communication with me, but that makes it no less creepy.)
Here they are:
1. Are you single?
2. Do you have a boyfriend?
3. Do you like Ty?
4. Are you interested in a date with me?

I answered "potatoes" to every question, and just about died laughing while doing it.  This guys is obviously a creeper.  What else was I going to do?  But I did write at the bottom, "Sorry, but I don't know you and I don't want a boyfriend."

Apparently, this is how he found out I existed.
Ryan: So Ty, met any cute girls recently?
Ty: No.
Ryan: What about lunch?  Do you sit with girls at lunch?
Ty: Sometimes.
Ryan: Are any of them cute?
Ty: By your standards, all of them.
Ryan (starts getting excited): Are any of them blonde?
Ty: Well, two.  Emalie and McKenna.
Ryan: How tall are they?
Ty: Emalie's pretty tall, and Kenna's a little on the shorter side.
Ryan proceeded to google me, look me up on facebook, and try obsessively to find out everything about me.  Ty told me it will all blow over and by next week it will be another girl's turn.
I have my own personal stalker.  Should I be flattered?  Creeped out?  Both?