Sexy psycho sicko pixie

A long time ago I worked for a (the) gas TRANSportation COmpany based in Solihull - it was almost compulsory and somewhat of a rite of passage. Anyway, as a junior developer with an experimental turn of mind I would regularly crash my PC, get locked out etc. After one such incident an extremely LittlFitGirl (put her in your pocket and take her home type) turned up at my desk from IT support to give me a bollocking/fix it (I know - IT support!). We seemed to hit it off and over the next few weeks she turned up more and more and would stop by whilst on her way to give other people bollockings/support. After a while we started sending each other flirty COS messages (primitive emails) - it wasn't a demanding job and 80% of the time was spent gossiping or flirting by all employees to pass the time. She began to make requests - pictures (ascii art), poetry, flowers - as I am fairly arty (I think) and was a bit swept away by it all I obliged - "You want me to run, Yes I'll chase, Ten thousand miles for a glimpse of your face..." sort of scary cheese.

She loved it, the attention etc. We went out for a few secret "lunch dates" but she was very coy about meeting up after work, or even at work but I liked the cloak and dagger stuff and was smitten. One thing she was very insistant on was that I get her a Valentine's card. As an incurable romantic I believed that the best V day cards are anonymous, so using my initiative went on 192.com (stalkers paradise), got her address and sent her a card. Everything was fine for a while until I let it slip that I sent her the card - she went ballistic when she found out I knew her address. It all came on top when another lovesick guy she had hanging on in her own team started a fight on me in the pub after work as I had been upsetting her. It all got a bit out of hand, the gossip machine went wild, emails were shown as evidence of my freakiness until it became apparent that in addition to a somewhat abusive relationship at home she had several guys running around after at work and was all in all a bit of a drama queen fruitcase.

I have learned my lesson now - I ran a mile, left the place and got a better job (not connected) me and the other victim later became friends and I met a nicer girl not long after.

Please don't judge me on this - it was all her - I'm no stalker. I never used the "who is logged on" Netware facility to coincide breaks!

Waste of goood skin as the Poppies say.
(jmaxi returned again on, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 15:12, 4 replies)

damn drama queens
They always make the soup taste bitter
(magic the cat will someone please think of the kittens, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 15:21, closed)

My God, that's reminded me
of the afternoon I once spent f*cking a girl from tech support for that very company. She was based in Hinckley. I was at Homer Road. I thought it was casual. She left her bloke. I wonder what happened to her ?
( I_Was_Mordred, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 16:56, closed)

scary cheese
love it.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 17:26, closed)

*obligatory PWEI click*
great story
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 22:40, closed)