I had a stalker once.
In hindsight, it was pretty funny.
I lived in residence my first of college (the first time I went through it, so 1999-2000), and I was in school for the summer semester.
I stayed in residence, and only had roommates for the first month or so of the summer, and when they left, they left their doors propped open so I could have access.
One of my roommates (let's call him Doug) from the fall/winter semester came down a few times and we partied with a buddy of his and this girl who lived in town (let's call her Dawn). This girl was fucking (I'd make it sound more romantic, but that would be lying) my other roommate, who I never saw again. Anyway, she came out with us, and actually drank me under the table.
Well, Doug ended up nailing this other girl he knew on a bare mattress in an empty res room, then coming into my room bare ass naked and asking for a lighter. It was pretty funny, especially since the nailing took maybe, maybe five minutes. The girl left promptly afterwards, I'm assuming unfulfilled. But that's an aside.
I passed out around 5 AM in my room, which had Doug's friend and Dawn. I found out later that Dawn was sitting on my bed watching me sleep for an hour. Just sitting there staring at me for a full Goddamn hour.
Later that day, she called me, long distance as she was at her parents house that day, and blathered on for an hour and a half about a cat. I was so hung over I heard about 40% of what she was saying, and was working on a lab for the whole conversation. But I did piece it together enough to know she talked about that damn cat the whole time.
This began the daily calls. She started calling me in the evening and blathering on about nothing on a daily basis, and I was too polite (and ignorant of what was starting) to just tell her to fuck off. She tried to get me to go out with her every once in awhile, but I was justifiably busy, as the summer semester was killer.
After a couple of weeks, I started getting messages on my phone when I got back from class that involved her saying things like:
"I saw you go to the convenience store today."
or
"I saw you walking down the street."
in a completely emotionless voice and then just hang up. It was creepy.
She actually started calling me whenever she had just seen me, knowing I wasn't at home, to leave these weird messages. She eventually started giving me exact times when she saw me.
Security was good in my building, so I wasn't worried about her sneaking in or anything, but still.
She was actually very nice, pretty smart, and attractive (a little tom-boyish, but still pretty), and if she hadn't started chasing me by watching me sleep for an hour then obsessively calling me, I might have tried to start something.
I just needed to put something here,
J.R.
In hindsight, it was pretty funny.
I lived in residence my first of college (the first time I went through it, so 1999-2000), and I was in school for the summer semester.
I stayed in residence, and only had roommates for the first month or so of the summer, and when they left, they left their doors propped open so I could have access.
One of my roommates (let's call him Doug) from the fall/winter semester came down a few times and we partied with a buddy of his and this girl who lived in town (let's call her Dawn). This girl was fucking (I'd make it sound more romantic, but that would be lying) my other roommate, who I never saw again. Anyway, she came out with us, and actually drank me under the table.
Well, Doug ended up nailing this other girl he knew on a bare mattress in an empty res room, then coming into my room bare ass naked and asking for a lighter. It was pretty funny, especially since the nailing took maybe, maybe five minutes. The girl left promptly afterwards, I'm assuming unfulfilled. But that's an aside.
I passed out around 5 AM in my room, which had Doug's friend and Dawn. I found out later that Dawn was sitting on my bed watching me sleep for an hour. Just sitting there staring at me for a full Goddamn hour.
Later that day, she called me, long distance as she was at her parents house that day, and blathered on for an hour and a half about a cat. I was so hung over I heard about 40% of what she was saying, and was working on a lab for the whole conversation. But I did piece it together enough to know she talked about that damn cat the whole time.
This began the daily calls. She started calling me in the evening and blathering on about nothing on a daily basis, and I was too polite (and ignorant of what was starting) to just tell her to fuck off. She tried to get me to go out with her every once in awhile, but I was justifiably busy, as the summer semester was killer.
After a couple of weeks, I started getting messages on my phone when I got back from class that involved her saying things like:
"I saw you go to the convenience store today."
or
"I saw you walking down the street."
in a completely emotionless voice and then just hang up. It was creepy.
She actually started calling me whenever she had just seen me, knowing I wasn't at home, to leave these weird messages. She eventually started giving me exact times when she saw me.
Security was good in my building, so I wasn't worried about her sneaking in or anything, but still.
She was actually very nice, pretty smart, and attractive (a little tom-boyish, but still pretty), and if she hadn't started chasing me by watching me sleep for an hour then obsessively calling me, I might have tried to start something.
I just needed to put something here,
J.R.