People do this all the time, thinking they’re just being cute: “Oh, you don’t like when someone does that? Then I’m going to do it around you and to you as often as I can.”
And it does amuse me. No matter how that person tries to insert themselves, they’re not actually a part of my life. And they never will be. I try to keep that in mind when it gets to be too intrusive. But, really, why are they trying? What significance does my attention have to them? The answer should be none, but there they are, trying anyway.