Stalked
Have you been stalked? Or have you done the stalking? Is that you in the bushes outside with the nightvision goggles?
( , Thu 31 Jan 2008, 15:40)
Have you been stalked? Or have you done the stalking? Is that you in the bushes outside with the nightvision goggles?
( , Thu 31 Jan 2008, 15:40)
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accidental stalking
I notice that most of these stories are from people who have been stalked by really creepy blokes or girls....poo. Well this is not the best way to make a first impression but I was a stalker once, in fact being the little technophile that I am, I was a facebook stalker.
However, at the time it seemed like a perfectly logical idea. I’d noticed the girl whilst watching the F.A cup final in the Student’s Union of our University (after all, the game was a complete borfest for a neutral so what else was I supposed to do?) and a few days later decided to add her as a friend after spotting her on the network homepage thingymebob. Poking is just not my style; that’s not totally stupid enough.
Anyway she accepted and I decided to comment on her interests and make some jokes. A brilliant strategy I thought and it seemed to be working. She was friendly back and even asked me at one point whether I’d be out on Friday at the Student’s Union (been at a campus bubble uni that’s the only place really to go). So off I trotted, where I bottled it and dare not even say hello.
Unfortunately I bottled it again, and again and again; pretty much every time I saw her in social situations. However, I kept sending really pointless messages and wondering why the responses were getting fewer and farer between. It only started to twig that I should probably cut my losses and won when I saw her once, and she looked very warily at me. I wonder why? (I’d added her to messenger when drunk as well once….big sodding mistake!) Even then I still kept sending messages.
Well I carried this on for a few weeks, then realising how truly awfully deep the hole I was digging was, I decided to find a bit of common sense and give up. My last message was a totally great witty pun which I cannot imagine anyone ever using about her birthday being on Valentine’s Day and how that must have ruined the romance for her parents. Honestly, I don’t know how she could resist?
Sorry about the lack of laughs, but I suppose that is the moral of the story.
( , Tue 5 Feb 2008, 10:33, 1 reply)
I notice that most of these stories are from people who have been stalked by really creepy blokes or girls....poo. Well this is not the best way to make a first impression but I was a stalker once, in fact being the little technophile that I am, I was a facebook stalker.
However, at the time it seemed like a perfectly logical idea. I’d noticed the girl whilst watching the F.A cup final in the Student’s Union of our University (after all, the game was a complete borfest for a neutral so what else was I supposed to do?) and a few days later decided to add her as a friend after spotting her on the network homepage thingymebob. Poking is just not my style; that’s not totally stupid enough.
Anyway she accepted and I decided to comment on her interests and make some jokes. A brilliant strategy I thought and it seemed to be working. She was friendly back and even asked me at one point whether I’d be out on Friday at the Student’s Union (been at a campus bubble uni that’s the only place really to go). So off I trotted, where I bottled it and dare not even say hello.
Unfortunately I bottled it again, and again and again; pretty much every time I saw her in social situations. However, I kept sending really pointless messages and wondering why the responses were getting fewer and farer between. It only started to twig that I should probably cut my losses and won when I saw her once, and she looked very warily at me. I wonder why? (I’d added her to messenger when drunk as well once….big sodding mistake!) Even then I still kept sending messages.
Well I carried this on for a few weeks, then realising how truly awfully deep the hole I was digging was, I decided to find a bit of common sense and give up. My last message was a totally great witty pun which I cannot imagine anyone ever using about her birthday being on Valentine’s Day and how that must have ruined the romance for her parents. Honestly, I don’t know how she could resist?
Sorry about the lack of laughs, but I suppose that is the moral of the story.
( , Tue 5 Feb 2008, 10:33, 1 reply)
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