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First year of Postgrad I was still attempting to live the drunken lifestyle I'd lived as an undergrad. I regularly got trashed out of my mind, and in one of these states hooked up with a girl from a foreign country who was studying at our college.

At first she seemed to be hesitant, but soon seemed to warm to me, although sex was off the cards due to her catholicism (and, admittedly, probably due to my heavy drinking).

Anyway, we never really went out, just hooked up maybe 5 or 6 times when I was drunk. After a while I realised that this wasn't a good idea... she was becoming very clingy and frankly a little scary. I took her out for a drink and explained (in English and in Spanish) that we were just friends and that all this stuff had to stop. Seemed to go fine and I thought that life could continue with us just as friends.

Two days later she got drunk at a party, somehow forced her way into my house, and managed to pin me against the wall whilst trying to kiss me and groping me extensively (not a pleasant experience). I'm not a small guy, but by god she is strong. It took me 40 minutes to persuade her to leave. Cue second time explaining that we were just friends and that this has to stop.

Then she started calling, texting, emailing and msn'ing me all the time. I went out, she'd follow me. I'd go to the library, she'd sit next to me. I'd go to a party, she wouldn't leave me alone.

I explained to her another 5 times that we were just friends... it seemed to work, but every so often (about every 3 days it seemed) she'd massively come on to me. Then, as these things do, I started going out with another girl. I have never seen a more poisoned look from a human being than from my stalker to my new girlfriend... it was pure, utter hatred. She even managed to turn a few of my girlfriends friends against her.

Then, as these things do (again), my girlfriend went back to New York after her degree was over, and we broke up, and the stalker went back to her country.

Thats when the phone calls started. And the postcards. And the letters, emails, msns.

Then she turned up here for my birthday last year... and managed to grope me in the bar, then in the nightclub we went too afterwards.

I did what any reasonable person did... I ignored her as best I could for 10 months, until she came back here to do a PhD.

She seems to be OK now, it looks like she has got the message that I'm not interested, but every so often I see the glint in her I and I get scared. She also seems to want to know all the relationship I have with a friend of mine (who admittedly I have been after for a while). She asked me if we were going out, had we been going out, were we just having sex etc etc? (None of which is true, unfortunately).

So there you have it. I, at 6 foot 6, was held against a wall and groped by a girl. I don't think length even comes into it... it shrivels back up inside...
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 20:49, Reply)