Stalked!

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martin

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Have you ever been stalked? In a sexual / unrequited love way?

I was in 1997 in New Cross, I can laugh about it now but at the time I was a bit unnerved. It's horrible being stalked by a girl, you can't exactly threaten her with violence, you just have to keep your head down and wait for her to move on to a new obsession. Ironically, I once got close to a girl but she couldn't see me as she was being stalked by her ex! The cops were monitoring all her calls, so the Met got to listen in on me gibbering rubbish to her.

Weirdly enough, somebody I haven't heard from since July last year is now bombarding me with emails and calls and getting narked that I'm not replying. I don't know why, I'm not that interesting or good looking and the last time I spoke to her she was like "Yeah, whatever" so what's changed now is beyond me.

Any experiences? Spill all.
 
swears

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I had a mate who was semi-stalked (nothing too bad) by an ex that had dumped him!
She'd turn up in clubs and say things like "Oh! are you HAPPY now with your new girlfriend?", calling his new partner a slut and such. It was as if the fact that he wasn't really bothered that she'd left him was highly offensive to her. Like he should be in a period of mourning or something. And the more polite he was about it all, the more he just shrugged his shoulders and said "whatevs" the more agitated she became.
 
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That's interesting, I think that's probably more common than people think. It's as if the 'dumper' only does it to test the waters and judge the 'dumpee''s response.
 
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swears said:
I had a mate who was semi-stalked (nothing too bad) by an ex that had dumped him!
She'd turn up in clubs and say things like "Oh! are you HAPPY now with your new girlfriend?", calling his new partner a slut and such. It was as if the fact that he wasn't really bothered that she'd left him was highly offensive to her. Like he should be in a period of mourning or something. And the more polite he was about it all, the more he just shrugged his shoulders and said "whatevs" the more agitated she became.
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i imagine that shit happens quite alot when people split up in various forms, people do shit things when they split up, really thoughtless like this, turning up at places they know their exe's are going to be and getting off with people in front of them etc, all that pathetic crap.

People go a bit mental sometimes when they split up, sometimes it lasts forever with no closure, i know this gay guy who had exactly the same friends as his ex and whenever they were in the same area a fight of some kind would ensue, 3 or 4 years after they broke up!
It was ridiculous.

Someone used to phone our house late at night when i was a teen asking for my sister,in a creepy voice, but everyone just used to ridicule him on the phone for a laugh.

I had a weird girl who used to bother me forever whenever i saw her and ruin my evenings, which was quite frequently as we used to go to the same club, and i used to just ask her to go away, in the end i tried to make it very clear to her i didn't want anything, so i told here i wanted to go home with her and just fucked off home, leaving her waiting there. I thought this was pretty clear i didn't want anything off her.

The next week when i wasn't there oddly she took her anger out on a bloke who she thought was me.
 
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I worked in shops / bars / cinemas for years, and as such one is a very vulnerable target when it comes to abject and misplaced adoration by members of the general public, a sitting duck, really. Three I remember fondly were

1) Pig-faced girl

Who was very young, maybe 13, and looked quite cool, she had very backcombed, over sprayed hair, fishnets and very very short skirts. You can guess where her nickname came from. I saw her with her mum one day and her mum still had a bit of the rockabilly chick about her, so I guess her rather too advanced kinderwhore look came from there. She came in the record shop I worked in, to start with just Saturdays, then Saturdays and some weekdays and then every single day, spending up to an hour flicking through the racks and gazing at me intently, much to the derision of my workmates. I felt bad, being the object of an unrequited crush, and tried to tell her gently that it wouldn't work, that I was taken.
She stopped coming by for a while, then re-appeared with a denim jacket adorned with cut outs of plastic bags from the shop, with "JamesJamesJamesJames" written round them. ( WHO told her my name I've never found out, but I still have my suspicions ). She spent more and more time in the shop. I eventually flipped out on her, telling her to join a band, do a fanzine, kill her parents, join the circus, become a nun ANYTHING just stop ruining her life by wasting her time on me. She burst into tears, and I still feel bad.

2) Federico
Who was a non unattractive man from Italy who literally pounced on me in a shop in Soho one day. Very embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as the phone calls ( I gave him my number to make him go away, I know, I know, dumb ) or the rather badly made brown suede brogues he insisted on giving me several pairs of. I hoped he was a shoe salesman, the other options surrounding that action gave me chills. Eventually disappeared as fast as he had come, off to brogue another hapless victim.

3) Leonardo man
Who was a very obsessive fan of Leonardo Di Caprio. I don't look like him, however at the time had a smaller moustoch than I do now, and, oh, I don't know. I looked young too. This guy would come in the shop ( which sold old movie magazines ) and pore over pictures of Leo, and then show them to me, to pore over me. Unforunately this was in a basement, and I was the only one who worked downstairs. You were trapped. This went on every lunch break for literally a year. I would save up tasks to do between one and two so I would look reaaaaaally busy when he arrived. I eventually asked to be moved to another branch, the downstairs of that place was really quite something, the people....
 
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nomadologist

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I was stalked in college by two different guys. One of them was my "friend" at first. Then when I had sex with my current boyfriend, he broke into the room and threw half of my boyfriend's stuff (including his computer) out the window. That was charming. The other kid was much more wacko and showed up AT MY PARENTS HOUSE over the summer once uninvited. I didn't even know he knew my last name.

Men are creeps.
 
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nomadologist

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do girls stalk and kill people all the time? nope. yeah, and still only one in twenty rape indictments end in a guilty verdict
 
swears

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nomadologist said:
do girls stalk and kill people all the time? nope. yeah, and still only one in twenty rape indictments end in a guilty verdict
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Yeah, I'm forever stalking and killing people. All day, everyday. It's becoming such a chore.
Seriously, that's a tiny percentage of men.
 
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nomadologist

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It's not that tiny. Have you ever looked at the rape/sex abuse statistics for women? They're out of control. It's like an epidemic.
 
matt b

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men. bunch of cunts.



"all men are potential rapists"


"all women are potential typists"
 
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nomadologist

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who said all men are potential rapists? all men are voyeurs, and that is sometimes annoying to me. and why i often switch to women. never had a woman stalk me! never been abused by a woman! or threatened. never had a woman yell obscenities at me on the street.
 
matt b

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the quote relates to the dangers/stupidity of generalising.
like what you have done
 
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nomadologist

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i'm talking about my experiences. you know what's stupid? being too literal about obvious exaggerations.
 
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nomadologist

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why? i thought men loved getting sex, right? i mean, what are the women going to do? leave you alone after you ignore them? maybe text your phone a few times? just doesn't compare to getting beaten within an inch of your life, raped, left for dead, and then told by the police that "it might be better not to go through a trial."

i'm not even counting all the literal sexual harassment i've endured in my assessment. if i did, i'd really hate men.
 
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they caught a guy a few months ago living two blocks away from me. we call him the "devil mask rapist" because he would troll bushwick avenue for women, bring them to abandoned parking lots at gunpoint, and wear a devil mask while he raped them. it was really fun when the sketch came out after he was caught and i saw that this guy was always at the bodega near my apartment.

when there's a devil mask rapist who's a woman, get back to me
 
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