Considering Maladicta's just told me to post this...
Here we are then. Much like a lot of the stories I have read so far, mine happened in uni.

I was at the end of my second year, and had started going to church again, thanks to a friend of mine. Now I bear my friend no ill will over what happened, despite the fact he put me in this situation. I forget the name of the sad individual involved, but that isn't really important.

So, in Church, was this woman, who was your typical soul in pain. Alarm bells would normally ring for all of you at this point, however mine didn't. In fact, I thought the opposite, and decided to be friends with her. And so it was- there we were, just chatting away, as friends do. Looking back, I realise things were getting rather odd. Her body language completely changed round me, not that I noticed. She used to walk closer to me, and try and sit next to me whenever possible. I just figured she was lonely.

Oh boy, was I wrong. So, so, wrong. George Bush would have had a hard time keeping up with me on this one. Anyway. I left university for the summer holidays, went home, and then the texts started. Daily. They were, as has already been established this week, on quite the regular theme of "I love you" etc. One thing I haven't mentioned though. This woman was two things. One, she was old enough to be my mother, and two, she had enough personal problems to give Gag Halfrunt a very profitable career indeed. She had mental problems beyond the wet dreams of psychotherapists that charge by the hour.

But I digress. Back to the texts. The response, as I'm sure any of you reading will guess, was that I told her she had the wrong idea. This went back and forth several times, until the phone calls started, which were naturally on the same lines. This came to a head when the phone calls and messages started cutting in on family time. My Grandad in his own inimitable way solved the problem, by simply telling her to get lost.

Just my luck to befriend a sodding rape victim.

Incidentally, if you would like to hear the story of how I managed to solve the problem of a stalker, you know which button to click...
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 31 Jan 2008, 23:29, 3 replies)

Not meaning to make a big deal but..
"Just my luck to befriend a sodding rape victim."

Um, yeah, you might have been being a bit tongue in cheek here, but you know most people who have been raped don't just randomly tell people about it, so you wouldn't necessarily know they had- and also aren't generally psychopaths. Seems a bit harsh to imply that once someone has had the misfortune of being raped they should then not be allowed any friends either because they clearly must be nutzo?
( faintpraise, Thu 31 Jan 2008, 23:35, closed)

Yays!
Moar stalkerdom please :) I command it!
( Maladicta, Thu 31 Jan 2008, 23:37, closed)

Well Faintpraise
I do see what you mean. Trouble is, she may have been a rape victim (just what led me to her befriend her in the first place- a misplaced sense of duty, or something) but she also needed help and should not have been in the community at large.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 1 Feb 2008, 0:13, closed)