Innocent, weird and downright embarassing!
When I was at uni there was a chap in my class who took a bit of a liking to me and started following me everywhere I went. We used to go to the union for lunch and he would walk alongside me and then sit next to me. He would always try to be my lab partner and be in my group on field trips. When I got a job at Sainsbury's he decided to do his shopping there on a Sunday and go through my checkout. Silly things really, most of which I politely ignored and tried to be friendly cos he was a nice chap really. I got a bit freaked out when someone on my course gave him my MSN addy, as I received some rather strange late night messages. He backed off when I started going out with another guy on the course.

The next one was slightly more horrible. I am a member of the forum of the football team I support, and one bloke on there was a volunteer with the club. Very well established in the club, knew the chairman personally etc, so when he posted asking for help doing something for the club, I thought nothing of offering my help. Lots of people regularly helped out, so I didn't think it would be a problem. A few of us had offered to help, so we all switched numbers so we could sort out times, places etc. At first it was just online messages with friendly chit chat. Then he was asking to meet in the pub before games. Then the piéce de resistance was in the form of a late night dirty phonecall. He must have had the pervy phone call handbook because he asked what I was wearing! What a twat! I reported him to the club but nothing got done because he does so much work for free for them. Load of crap. I later found out he'd done the same to two other girls, but he'd not stopped bothering one of them.

On a lighter note, then funniest one happened when I was about 12 or 13. A boy in my class had started pestering me to go out with him, giving me little gifts etc. One Sunday, I was just getting in the car to go out with my family when my Dad spotted a face peeking out from behind a bush. It was the boy from my class, which my Dad found hilarious and pissed himself laughing whilst waving at the boy and saying to me, "Look Moley, it's that boy from your class!" I was slinking down in my seat as far as I could go and my Dad kept waving and laughing till we were out of sight. Apparently he'd found my address in the class register. That story still comes up at gatherings...
( El Lazarus is calm now, Ish,, Sun 3 Feb 2008, 11:09, Reply)