I almost forgot this fucker
He was a friend of a friend. About 5ft tall, 19 stone, balding and all of about 23. Had a huge shitty Slipknot tattoo and a heartagram somwhere on his arm. Drove a fucking Nova with a shitty yellow bodykit, two exhausts too many and racing seatbelts. Anyway...

He started talking to me when my mate was with her boyfriend, and I politely made conversation. There ended up being a party at his flat, somewhere in the middle of Chaville and playing music along the lines of Limp Bizkit, Papa Roach and all things shite. There were two rooms in this flat, so whilst my mates were shagging, I was on the floor in his room, asleep.

The next morning my mate comes in and for some reason, sees two 'used' (see blown up and deflated) condoms on the dresser next to him, and him in his boxer shorts (urgh). She laughs, and we get the fuck out of there. Of course, we had no way home except in his shitty Nova.

After that, I kept getting texts off him (god knows how he got my number) asking me to go to x club with him, whether I'm going to club Y 'cos I'll be there too' and whether I want to spend the night at his. He told all the people at one of the clubs (rock community etc) that we were going out, which led me to be interrogated by random people and kept winking at me in clubs.
I pretty much told him where to go after a while, and then I started seeing his Nova EVERYWERE, with him behind the wheel scowling at me. Seriously, it was like twice a day sometimes, and we lived at least 5 miles away from each other. He'd park outside my mum's house, leaving her worried, and he'd drop call me all the time.

In the end, my then boyfriend pulled him up and told him he'd stab him if he went near me again. I've not clapped eyes on him since, thank god.
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 20:18, Reply)