Not really. It was more related to the fact that when I was a young girl, 'nice' girls just DID NOT EVER initiate contact--not even casual conversation--with boys.
Although I suppose that could be turned into a story with a little work...
Met a guy I thought was nice. We'd gone out twice - I hadn't even kissed him much less slept with him. He started showing up at my job to let all the guys there know that we were seeing each other, started calling and asked me why the phone had been busy a few minutes before (it hadn't been - but he didn't believe that he must have dialed a wrong number). He gave the alpha-stare down to a male customer as I work-related chatted with him. Later, the customer returned to tell me I needed to nip the behavior in the bud. His sister had been abused by a guy who acted the same way. I tried - it got bad. TWO dates mind you. I wasn't related to anyone in the town, actually hated living there. Used it as an excuse to clear out. Went home that night, packed my bags. He showed up again at my job the next day. After he left (and went back to work) I told my employer I'd had an emergency and had to go to Atlanta and would be unable to return, then drove off to Cincinnati. Found a nice place to live, a great job and my niche in life!
Man - I was young! I could still run away from home because everything I owned would fit in my car. Now it would take a moving company to run away from home.
[3 points]115 days ago by sillynillyReplyEdited 115 days ago by sillynilly
No jail sentence. A stun gun only stuns. It doesn't kill. While the dirt bag lays there stunned, you quickly remove his shoelaces and belt and secure him. Then call the cops.
lmao - I'm sure he's found someone else by now! Been 20 years. But I suppose you could actually credit him with making my life better. I was looking for an excuse to move on. He gave me the excuse to do it fast and furious.
I reckon in my tweens I was a stalker. Day after day I'd ride my bicycle past the house of the prettiest girl in my class, just hoping she'd see me ride by and say, "hey, aren't you in one of my classes?" And I knew in my heart that if that ever happened it wouldn't be much longer before the next words on her lips were, "OMG you're sexy, my parents aren't home, why don't you come in so we can get intimately acquainted." Need I say that never happened, at least not during my bicycle riding days.
That was a looooooong time ago. Don't remember how I found out where she lived. But I did find her again on classmates.com and she married a really dorky guy.
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Does being a silly teenager count? You know, showing up where you think he will and hoping he will notice you? Got over it in about a week.
I suppose so yeh!!!
I was refering to the serious "Ill follow you home from work so i know where you live!!" type thing - but yeh! thats cool!
why, do you have a story to tell??? hehe
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Not really. It was more related to the fact that when I was a young girl, 'nice' girls just DID NOT EVER initiate contact--not even casual conversation--with boys.
Although I suppose that could be turned into a story with a little work...
Ah i see.
i thouhgt you were going to say you had done that a few times. lol
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Only in my dreams. Hugh Jackman is NOT safe! ;)
LOL!!
Let me know how you get on with that one!!
I do the opposite, I go out of my way to avoid people.
and play hard to get?? - good move
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The wife and I take turns stalking each other.
lmao
How does this one work then???
that has made me laugh!
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Met a guy I thought was nice. We'd gone out twice - I hadn't even kissed him much less slept with him. He started showing up at my job to let all the guys there know that we were seeing each other, started calling and asked me why the phone had been busy a few minutes before (it hadn't been - but he didn't believe that he must have dialed a wrong number). He gave the alpha-stare down to a male customer as I work-related chatted with him. Later, the customer returned to tell me I needed to nip the behavior in the bud. His sister had been abused by a guy who acted the same way. I tried - it got bad. TWO dates mind you. I wasn't related to anyone in the town, actually hated living there. Used it as an excuse to clear out. Went home that night, packed my bags. He showed up again at my job the next day. After he left (and went back to work) I told my employer I'd had an emergency and had to go to Atlanta and would be unable to return, then drove off to Cincinnati. Found a nice place to live, a great job and my niche in life!
Man - I was young! I could still run away from home because everything I owned would fit in my car. Now it would take a moving company to run away from home.
Do they have the Porcelain Palace there in Ohio?
Get a stun gun. Nail the morder forker one time and I'll bet the stalking will cease.
Agree with the sentiment. Execution, now--how do you stay out of jail?
No jail sentence. A stun gun only stuns. It doesn't kill. While the dirt bag lays there stunned, you quickly remove his shoelaces and belt and secure him. Then call the cops.
You worry me slightly!!
however, how much would i have to pay for this service?????
LOL!!
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thats a really shocking story - some guy who you went on TWO dtes with has changed your life like that!! i am amazed!
Lets hope he doesnt read this story and find you agaiN!!!
lmao - I'm sure he's found someone else by now! Been 20 years. But I suppose you could actually credit him with making my life better. I was looking for an excuse to move on. He gave me the excuse to do it fast and furious.
HAS ANYONE NOTICED THAT THE ONLY TWO 'YES' ANSWERS ARE FRON THE UK??!!
LOL at us phycos!!
You have now been joined by a psycho from Memphis--I wonder if it's Elvis?
you wonder if who is elvis??
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I reckon in my tweens I was a stalker. Day after day I'd ride my bicycle past the house of the prettiest girl in my class, just hoping she'd see me ride by and say, "hey, aren't you in one of my classes?" And I knew in my heart that if that ever happened it wouldn't be much longer before the next words on her lips were, "OMG you're sexy, my parents aren't home, why don't you come in so we can get intimately acquainted." Need I say that never happened, at least not during my bicycle riding days.
Rofl! Good story ;-)
awww - thats sweet. I bet had she found out you'd done that all those days she would have been really flattered.
Still not quite the "ill follow you home from work so i know where you live" kind of thing - or is that how you found out where to ride past???!!
haha
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That was a looooooong time ago. Don't remember how I found out where she lived. But I did find her again on classmates.com and she married a really dorky guy.
I might have had a chance! :-')
hmm - I am trying to think of something really stalkerish to get you in there!!
lol
I think i had better ssh before i get arested =/
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