Only one
But he scared the crap out of me. Mostly I'd meet a guy, he'd take my number, we'd go for a few dates, I'd decided that it's not meant to be (and informed them of this), and then spend months avoiding his calls (I have quite a few "do not answer!" numbers on my phone).

One, however, was quite scary. I was in halls in Camberwell, and our saturday nights tended to be spent at "RedStar", a dodgy club on Camberwell Green. It was a good place to get wasted, dance to cheese and glam rock tunes, grab a kebab and then meander back to halls. Until Freakboy. Freakboy wandered up, asked my name, and then simply grabbed hold of my norks and refused to let go. He had to be pried off by a couple of friends, who told him to piss off. Half an hour later, he came back for more, but I screamed at him to leave me alone, I wasn't interested. The bouncers saw that he was giving us a bit of trouble, and told him he'd better go home and sleep it off. So meekly he stumbled out of the club, and we thought that would be the last of it.

It wasn't.

He simply went and sat in the 24-hour cafe opposite the club, waiting until we left. He then followed us back to halls. We weren't aware of this until he tried to sneak in behind us at the gates, but was asked for his ID card. So he started screaming "BobFossil! BobFossil! I wants ya!", at which point we realised that (a) he'd followed us, (b) he was more of a psycho than we originally thought, and (c) he now knew where I lived. Bugger.

However, worse was to come. Another group of people came along after us, and found him still at the gate, muttering incoherently. Amongst this group of people was Ben, a scheming, malicious, thieving twat of the highest order. He didn't like me, I didn't like him. There was no particular reason, but we just didn't click. Like the fucked-up git that he is, he gave Freakboy my number. "Just for a laugh", apparently.

So I got a call that night, from Freakboy in a sobbing rage. "BobFossil! I've got to have you! I loooove you! Please come down and let me in!". Erm, no way. The following day I got a bunch of texts, escalating in tone, none of which I replied to. They declared his love for me, then called me a cock-teasing bitch, then he loved me again and was sorry for the previous text, then said he was going to hurt me, and the final one said he was going to kill myself. All the while, I was freaking out, scared to leave halls, and thinking of ways to kill Ben.

After another few days of texts like those, and random phone calls in the middle of the night (and friends reporting seeing him hanging around the entrance to the halls), I texted him to say that I was reporting him to the police, and changed my number. No more texts or calls, thankfully, but I still had to leave and return to halls with a bunch of other people, as he was still hanging around in the evenings. I was a complete nervous wreck, and hadn't been able to sleep properly for nearly a week. Eventually the halls security people called the police on him, as they were sick and tired of him banging on the door trying to get in. Turns out this wasn't the first time he'd tried it on with women living locally, but it was the most persistent he'd been. However, I haven't been back to RedStar, and I still feel nervous when in Camberwell (7 years later).

Although he only actually stalked me for a month at the most, he ruined my experience of living in hall. I hate him for making me such a nervous wreck, and for men (and women) like him who persist in terrorising people, having deluded themselves that they're meant to be together forever. /rant over.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 31 Jan 2008, 16:44, 9 replies)

Ben is an utter wanker.

(Big D, Thu 31 Jan 2008, 16:48, closed)

I hope...
...you arranged for this 'Ben' character to get a kicking on the back of this?
( Fathter Puddytat Kill Kill dat widdle boid is mine on, Thu 31 Jan 2008, 16:48, closed)

Ah the good old University of London pastoral care policy.
I had a similar experience of this when I lived in Halls, but via the wonderful medium of someone hacking into our phone system and calling me repeatedly every single night. So I feel for you *clicks.*

Also, I know the Redstar and yes, it's a hole.
(giro_playgirl is new here. Howdy., Thu 31 Jan 2008, 17:00, closed)

Scary sheeyit
though I also know and like the redstar - or should that be liked as it's now gone!
(rampants, Thu 31 Jan 2008, 17:13, closed)

Re: Ben
Ben was almost universally disliked, partially because of this incident, but mostly because he was a loudmouth, arrogant, violent drunk, who'd think it hilarious to shit in our showers and break all the fire doors and windows in our block. Thankfully, it all backfired eventually, when he got steamingly drunk and headbutted a large glass door. Broke the glass and knocked himself out, and was found out cold by the porters. They had an excuse and the evidence they needed to chuck him out of halls. I believe he know works in the city and has a massive coke problem...cnut.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 31 Jan 2008, 17:38, closed)

hmm..
...am I the only one who finds humour in the image of a bloke standing outside a gate yelling "Bob!" to attract the attention of a girl?

/chuckles at mental image
(Horgy, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 1:16, closed)

I am similarly amused
becuase I'm picturing Bob Fossil playing you, and Howard Moon as Freakboy.

Sorry. Have a click.
( TK-421 wasn't at his post on, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 5:12, closed)

!!!
He screamed "I wants ya"? Was he a leprechaun?
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 8:47, closed)

I too
had the image of Bob Fossil, in his blue suit, gyrating to "I don't like cricket' in a club. However, that's an awful story! Hope the lunatic and ben share a cell one day. *click*
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 2:41, closed)