It's the eyes!
It would seem that in my first week of university I became a stalker magnet.

Unfortunatley it wasn't the good kind of stalker, you know, the incedibly stunning one that wants you to do horrific things to her and then disappear forever, to divulge to everyone how you were a sex beast and made her walk like a crab for days afterwards. No, not that kind.

I don't ever remember meeting Jenni, I can only assume she came upon my staggering frame in the bar on the first night, where everyone is chatting to everyone else. She must have overheard someone being given my number, because even in my steaming state I swaer I would never give her it willingly, and no dear readers, not because I am predjudiced against ugly people, it's because of her eyes. They were fucking scary. However, as an aside, she was boot ugly and morbidly obese, we saw her walking back to halls once with 7 loaves of bread she had got free from one of the stalls at the freshers fair. Anyway, I digress.
She text me a couple of times the next week, saying it would be cool to meet up after the madness of freshers week had died down, which I thought was a good idea, get to meet some new people etc. I of course could put no image to this name in my phone, so just figured that "what the hell, no harm in that".

Text from her: So you up to anything today?
Me: Not really, just got back from lectures, you?
Her: Yeah I know (dingdingding warning bells), you up for a drink?
Me: Ok, I'll just get ready, give me a few mins
Her: Could you let me in? It's pretty cold out here?

Cue WTF?! Turns out she was outside my front door, having stalked me back from lectures and had held that whole conversation by text from about 4 yards away. Knowing that this was a hole I could not get out of easily, I had to agree. Most awkward hour of my life, she just didn't talk, and did a lot of staring. Freaks you out after a while, trust me.
(Dovvit bee, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 14:01, Reply)