I have been stalker and stalkee.
Stalkee: I used to work in a pub in the evenings and one of the regulars took a bit of a shine to me. One night he followed me home. I was rather suprised to see him on my doorstep with a bottle of warm Liebfraumilch in one and and three Ferrero Rocher in the other. I am a bit of a wine and chocolate buff and he thought he was doing realy well. Bless him, he tried.

Stalker: When I split up with my husband a few years ago, I was fairly convinced he was seeing someone else. I found his internet banking password, went into his account and saw he had bought flowers and theatre tickets. OK, I thought, he's definitely seeing someone else.On the spur of the moment I rang the theatre and started crying, saying my card had been stolen and the Police weren't helping. I gave them his account number and they checked their computer and told me what play the tickets had been bought for. It was a panto- he had bought them for his niece. Did I feel like a heel? Yes.

His bank rang him and reported the unusal activity on his internet banking. He worked out it was me and luckily didn't report me. Oh and I found out he had bought the flowers for him mum.

Doh.
( t0ria has forgotten how this all works, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 20:35, 1 reply)

Haha
Liebfraumilch always reminds me of very, very bad hangovers -I swear, you could put a blindfold on me all night and feed me drunk on that and I'd be able to say it was Liebfraumilch the next day just because of the headache it leaves you with!

Clickety click.
(St. Dymphna, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 12:48, closed)