Casual Encounter
OK, slightly more serious post now. Been stalked once, and only once thankfully. Back in the days when I was young and relatively innocent, I was also a bundle of hormones. I'd also come to university and come out there as a flaming homosexual and was quite happy with it.

Met a guy. Went out to dinner. Was nice, we got on well, and he certainly wasn't bad looking. Went back to mine afterwards and shagged like rabbits. Went out again the following night. He mentioned idly the concept of going on holiday together.

This is the point at which alarm bells should have been ringing in my head, big time. But I was young and most of all - naive. And I didn't see the problem. Next night, got a call from him, asking if he could come over. Said OK. He appeared an hour later... rather drunk. Came inside, again we shagged. And he threw up all over the bed and a load of my stuff. Suffice to say I was rather annoyed. He'd passed out by this point, so there wasn't exactly much I could do, except clean the puke, shower, and sleep on the floor while the mattress dried out after the thorough wash it got.

In the morning, was gracious. 'Loaned' him some of my old clothes to walk home in, as his were puke-covered. And then the next time he contacted me, I told him it wasn't likely to work, and he should probably not call again. He wasn't happy, and started making threats. Several threats. Got phonecalls for the next few days. Making various threats and suchlike. And other times he never said anything. Just silent. The emails too were unpleasant, and mentioned a few details of the courses I was doing - easily findoutable from the web. This seriously freaked me out at the time. I was away from home and now not nearly as confident as I used to be. This was my second year at university but due to a weird housing situation ended up living with only one of my friends and a houseful of strangers.

I actually took a knife from the kitchen, a rather large chopping knife, and hid it in my desk where I could grab it at a moment's notice, I was rather scared.

Thankfully, the phonecalls tapered off after a day or two, and he didn't appear in person. I was rather lucky, it could have been much worse. But it still creeped me a bit, and taught me a good lesson about getting to know someone a bit better before showing them where I live. Casual sex is fun yes, but it's certainly not worth being injured over!
(calamarain just invented dehydrated water, Thu 31 Jan 2008, 17:22, Reply)