I do NOT need a stalker, thankyouverymuch!

[Jester]

Jester, if I weren't married.....

Yes, yes, it seems all the cool women I meet lately are either gay, taken, psychotic, or tourists. In your case, naturally, taken. And, come to think of it, a tourist, if you were here.

And the above is one of many reasons I am moving back to Phoenix in the summer. The dating pool there has GOT to be better than here in Tourist Trap Central.

Jester, you are one of the coolest people I've met on a forum.

Um, thanks. I am uncharacteristically speechless.

[Bella_Vixen]

Once upon a time, I had a stalker (or several)...

One was D, who I eventually dated. He wasn't a stalker in the real sense of a word, but he would drive past where I work, and if he didn't see a car, he would stop in because he knew I was working. And when I DID begin driving, he soon recognized my car, and grace my store with his presence. He actually scolded me, because he stopped coming in because there was always a car there, and one afternoon I happened to be outside, and he saw me. Happiness followed.

OK, this was the same deal with a few other guys (damn, I miss Ray!), but he's the only one I dated.

My real stalker, on the other hand, would drive by on his way home...or shopping...or both ...and if he didn't see my car parked in front of the store, would call me up, DEMANDING to know where I was. Yes, he had my number; before he got scary, he actually drove me to work for a few weeks. One of my friends cannot believe I let him take me to work, but he wasn't scary at the time and it was either that or get fired. What a choice. This same guy also called me a whore when he found out I was dating D. Wonder why I try to avoid him at all costs now? He still hasn't figured it out. Just creepy.

[Misanthropical]

My neighbor in my old neighborhood started stalking me, but in PA, you can't charge someone with stalking unless you dated them or were married to them, so the police wouldn't do a damn thing. Heck, it took my third call to the police before they even went over to talk to him.

[Mad-Bassist]

I've never been to the newer ones downtown, so I don't know what they're like. My hubbie and I go to the Holgate one now and again for a special treat. Their Alaska rolls are orgasmic.....Mmm.....now I want to go

Mmm… must go out and try those…

[blas]

I had the typical stalkers in junior high and high school...

but my worst stalker, well, thankfully, it only lasted less than a month.

It was a total nerdy ugly guy, but *who I thought* had a heart of gold was at my gas station, and I knew him from school. I wanted to be his friend. I felt bad for him. He whined that he couldn't get girls. I knew that I had to be very careful, and be sure he knew that we'd NEVER happen. I offered to help him out, though.

I did everything right in making sure I did not lead him on. I did not EVER talk about the future, I did not ONCE mention anything involving me and him together going ANYWHERE or doing ANYTHING (even the slightest ideas can give people the wrong ideas), and I made absolutely sure to NOT look interested in him as more than a friend. I'm certain that deep down he knew he had no chance whatsoever. But that didn't stop him.

I couldn't hide my car at work, so he always knew when I was working, and I'd see his car drive up and down and up and down and up and down the street over and over and over again. My phone would ring nonstop, he'd flood my phone calling me nearly 10-15 times before he'd give up for the day. He knew where I lived. One of my ex coworkers lived down and around the corner from me, and her living room sofa was right by the window, and she said that she'd seen his car and him (and his white hat) taking a left from my street and going down her street at least two or three times a night. It got even worse when I'd close the store, head to another gas station to see some other c-store buds, and I'd get the feeling I was being followed. I'd look in the rear view mirror and see headlights a mile or more behind me (so faint I couldn't tell if it was his car or someone elses) and freak out and shut off my headlights and go down another street. There's a Micky D's across the street from the gas station my friends worked at. I swear upon everything that is dear to me that I DID catch him watching me from there one night. And, sure enough, as I got going down the highway, there were very, very faint headlights behind me.......if he was following me, he stayed far enough back so I couldn't tell.

There was one time I made a complete ass out of myself. See, this kid drove a very common car that nearly everyone has (think, Pontiac) and, well, everyone and their brother had that car in town. One night, I saw one behind me *it was too dark to see who was in it*, but as soon as it started tailgating me and flashing its brights at me, I figured it was him going into an outrage because I was ignoring him...........and I slammed on my brakes and I watched the car swerve to miss rear ending me and then go vrrooom vrooom down the street....and I saw a Minnesota license plate. Woops...but still! I was petrified.

He finally got the hint after a close friend told him off. The sad part was, my guy friends tried to tell me that it was my fault for leading him on and this is what boys do when they really wanna know. Haha...I don't think so.


By the way, fake rings don't work. As others have said, real pervs and douchebags will just use their stupid pickup lines and comebacks anyways. They don't care who is married or who isn't.

What does help? Having a nearly 6 and a half feet tall and 300 pound father and brother.

What does help? Threatening to call the cops. Most of those skeazy guys probably have warrants out for them or are in big dog doo doo with their parole officers as it is.

AND DONT FORGET THERE IS ALSO THE REJECTION HOTLINE!

[Bella_Vixen]

I completely forgot to mention the child rapist.

There was this one guy (J) who would come into the store everyday and asked me out several times. I wasn't interested and politely told him so.

One time, he came into the store during 1st shift and was talking to V when his parole officer walked in.

Turns out, he was on the ankle braclet and was only supposed to go to work and home, absolutely nowhere else without permission.

V knew J was interested in me and told his parole officer after she found out about him, so I had to talk to the PO. PO told me to avoid being alone with him at all costs, and to NOT let him know that I knew that he was on supervision, etc.

I was literally sick to my stomach when the PO told me about the child rape (he raped a 14 year old) and I don't remember what else. All bad things, though.

And one of my coworkers gave him my cell AND home phone numbers. Believe me when I say that said coworker got a talking to about it.

[Maevis]

Amethyst, I don't know what your relationship with the management is, but if this guy does become a problem, you should at least let your manager(s) know.

Be very upfront about it. As in, this guy scares the piss out of me and I am worried about my safety.

As I told the girls who worked with me, if you don't tell me, chances are I won't know that there is a problem.

There were a few times when a known "harrasser" would show up. Know what happened? The cashier was sent on break into the locked office, and the harrasser had to deal with me.

Honestly...I'm the shortest female in the store, but I'm the one who always ends up being the one who escorts the freaks out of the store, while the burly guys dissappear into the bathroom or back up into a corner to contemplate their belly buttons. wth is that all about? Maybe I should start teaching classes on how to look menacing.

[reformedwaitress]

My favorite thing at the bar when the ring didn't work was to introduce them to my significant other -- the big, strong, butch lesbian that was one of our bartenders. (c: That usually scared off most of the creepy guys!

[Seshat]

My point, my friends? That if you allow it to, life will teach you a few things, including that there are no "social cues" that you can pick up on, no "signals" that women send out

Thank you, Jester!

Noone ever taught me what the 'signals' I was 'supposed' to send out were. If there are social cues and signals, then someone, somewhere is failing to communicate what they are - to both the guys and the girls.

And I almost agree with Jester regarding 'hello' as a pick-up line. If you're using it solely as a pick-up line, and are not interested in meeting the woman as a potential friend, PLEASE say so early in the conversation.
I get SO frustrated trying to magically divine whether a guy is interested in my friendship, or just my bustline: I'm very happy to make friends, but not interested in anything else. Some men get very annoyed at having 'wasted time' with me: as if it was somehow my fault.

I guess I should start asking....

[Jester]

Seshat, there was a girl in my bar today with a t-shirt that would probably amuse and interest you. It read: "Extremely committed to remaining single."

[Rapscallion]

First, I want to know who sells those shirts, and do they do them in XL?

Second, I have to admit that the whole dating thing is bizarre. You're interested in someone? Don't drop hints - tell them! That's why I regard it as a great spectator sport.

Rapscallion

[Jester]

First, I want to know who sells those shirts, and do they do them in XL?

I don't know, and I don't know. But I am sure you can find them if you search for them on the net. If not, I am sure you can have a t-shirt shop make one up for you. They do that, ya know.

[Rapscallion]

Well, after my first foray into the wacky world of house-hunting, staying single is not going to get me a decent place on one person's income. Still, if the only bad breath I wake up to is my own, then that's good.

I actually have a high-vis vest reading "happily single", which I dust off every so often, and I have a T-shirt in the same design. I even have a sweatshirt reading "Furry manboobs - accept no substitute".

I think I need some social graces...

Rapscallion

[Jester]

Rap, you really don't want to get into comparing goofy t-shirts with me. Trust me.

[thegiraffe]

Rap, you really don't want to get into comparing goofy t-shirts with me. Trust me.

Goofy t-shirt thread?