OK everyone tell me your stalker stories. I will tell you mine. Well, the best one's anyways.
1. Stalker # 1- very dedicated. Met him at the strip club I worked at, I used to wear a blonde wig and dance to hard rock to accomodate the crowd. He would write me love poems about my beautiful blonde hair, how he was so in love with me. He would pay me to sit with him in the lap dance booth and talk. Then I caved in one day and agreed to go to dinner with him, because i felt bad. But my car was broken, so he picked me up, then for about a month afterwards would drive by my house and call me. :I see your ca, where are you?? I know you're home!" Then he would come tio the club and I would be rude ot him cause he freaked me out and then he started getting all pathetic and pleading with me. Eventually one of the other strippers told him to fuck off and I never saw him again. Till years later that is, when he was at the smoking patio at a club I was at. I stared at the floor.
2. The most threateneng one of the bunch. He was the groundskeeper at the apt building I was living in. I had to have him come over once to fix something, then after that he would randomely stop by and bother me. I tried to be courteous because he was the one who'd be fixing my toilet if it was broken, but he started getting to be very intrusive. Sometimes I would have a ciggarette with im or something. The once he came into my house and looked at me and said "Wanna fuck?" I thought he was joking. So I laughed. Then he was like "No seriously I don't want to beat around the bush. We should fuck." So I turned him down and he picked up a knife from my bureau (I had a collection at that time) and held it up to me, standing about 2 feet away, and said very quietly "Youknow, no one can hear us scream in here." I don't konw how I ended up getting him to leave, I think someone may have coincidentally showed up at my house right then or something. So needless to say I didn't talk to him anymore, then he started feeling bad. So he left a rose on my door onetime and I smashed it into the carpet out front and then he never botheres me again :-)
3. This one I have a hard time calling a stalker. More of an over eager fan. He met me at bar Sinister and had been a fan for a long time, he carried a laminated pic of me in a coffin in the coat pocket of his army uniform. I told him he could contact me through ******* if he wanted. So we wrote back and forth a couple times, then he called and said he would be in San Diego and did I want ot hang out? I told him of the clubs going on that weekend. When I walked into the riday night club he was sitting alone at a table in the corner. He said he had had an accident in his car 8 miles up the road so he left it in a parking lot and walked all the way to the club.
We hung out and at the end of the night he asked if he could stay at my house. My jaw literally dropped, and then someone invited us to a party. The whole time we were there I pretended to sleep on the couch hoping he would feel like an imposition and leave. But nooooo, he waited. So then he asked again as I was leaving, I said "oh, I don't know, I can't think I am so tired. What do you think Chrissy?" She sisn't realize I was trying to have her get me out of it and was like "sure, I'll drive you home!".
So I tried to get her to stay the night as well as another friend, but neither of them would, so I gave him a blanket and a pillow and left him to sleep on the couch. My house is kind of wierd, though, there is no door between the bedroom and living room, so I woke up to him standing in y bedroom doorway looking at me. It was a little creepy. I drove him to his car and called him a tow truck, then he showed me this necklace he had hanging fron the rear view mirror which was a woman in a coffin. This struck me as odd because that was the pic of me he carried around. Not to mention he had my pic in his wallet, used another as his bokmark, etc. etc.
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