I've had a few experiences of stalkers
And not just my own. An ex colleague of mine used to work with 'misguided youths' who had a habit of attaching themselves to people who took an interest in them and appeared to really care about their well being. Many a time I've had to politely ask people to leave the office as it's the third time that week they have 'popped in for a chat' or continually ringing the phone.

But, discounting my ex, I have had two stalkers all of my very own. The first was when I was a just a girl of 16, newly engaged and then dumped, when I got an text inviting me to a bit of a shindig down the road. 'Excellent' methinks and off I toddle. When I get there, it seems to be a strictly lads only party and surprise surprise, I appear to be the entertainment. But being a boozehound, I stay for a few free drinks and a smoke before fucking off home. Out of the six boys there, there was only one I didn't know. Unbeknownst to me, he had taken a bit of a shine to me and had begged for my phone number, and had got it from a friend of a friend of a friend.

The texts started off pleasant enough, 'Hi, it's xxxx from the other night' etc before turning into filthy messages describing exactly what he had planned for me, if he got the chance. Visiting friends would see him standing on the street corner by my house, hidden partially in a field you could see from my window and a few times, at the end of my driveway. We tried to deal with him ourselves, asking him to leave me alone and such, but sadly, I had to get my then boyfriend to sort it out.

The second was a weirdo from the interweb. We had been chatting for months before realising he had just moved to my area. We decided to meet up for a drink, fetching a carryout on the way and set up camp in the local beauty spot. He seemed strange from the moment I met him. He had visably lied about his height and where he lived. He had slash marks up and down his arm which he had pulled his sleeve up and made reference to them constantly, to make sure I noticed them. He had been telling me he was single, but now he had a fioncee? It was all a bit creepy so I blocked him and tried to forget.

But as we had been chatting for so long, he knew more than I thought. Where I worked, how I got there, work hours and where I lived. I would see him through my office window, just standing and staring, sitting behind me on the train, then the bus when I switched to get away from him. He would come in to my office when I was at lunch and fiddle with leaflets, hanging around my desk until I explained to my boss what was happening, and he was no longer allowed in. Then he began following me home, just staring, never saying a word. I worked myself into such a state, my now boyfriend began stalking my stalker in an attempt to get him to realise what it was like and surprisingly, it worked.
(missc, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 23:29, Reply)