I opened my Yahoo Messenger a few weeks ago and as soon as it logged in guess who I had a message from? Stalker! Yep, my one and only very own personal stalker! I have debated whether to write about this one because it is a glaring example of my stupidity and bad taste in men. However, the time has come to put it all out there for the world to see, or read, or whatever. 🙂 I’m going to post some of my entries directly from my journal so you can see just how this all went down. I’ve changed the names of course.
August 22, 2008
I met Stalker. We met in person in New Orleans on August 22nd. He’s 47, from N.O., originally from Cuba, he & his family moved to the states when he was a boy, he’s worked for [company] for 24 years, is in the Navy Reserves & has applied to become a LA State Policeman. He’s very nice & cultured, which I made the mistake of telling my sister that & now she thinks he is gay. Anyway, we went to Cafe Du Monde with his friend & then walked around the French Quarter until 10:00pm or so. His friend had gotten him a room at a timeshare that he has & it was there in the French Quarter so we decided to go back there & hang out & eat something.
Everything was fine, we ate, then I was going to sit on the couch & he pulled me in for a hug/kiss. He was a very good kisser…nice full lips. We went & sat on the couch & he pulled my legs up into his lap & he said that he loved my shapely legs, which is a first I think. I don’t remember anyone ever complimenting me on my legs. So we kind of went from there to the bedroom. I was very hesitant to take off my clothes. I had not planned on going there that night so I didn’t have any other clothes or anything with me. We finally got comfortable & honestly I was completely shocked. He is 5’5″ and I did not expect him to be so well endowed. I also knew that he was very tired & didn’t expect him to last long, but he lasted a very long time. So long that I was almost ready to tell him to stop. Not that it wasn’t good, it was great, but he was going so hard & deep that I was beginning to get sore, not nearly as sore as I ended up being the next day though. OMG I could barely move once I got home. My ass, stomach, legs & insides were all aching. Before I left the next morning though, we made love again & I actually initiated it. My damn medicine just makes me so horny sometimes that I can’t help myself. Plus, why not take advantage of having a cock there while I can. LOL
September 7, 2008
I met Stalker in [town] because it was his birthday. We went & had pizza, hung out at a local park, then just sat & talked in his car for a while before I had to leave.
September 8, 2008
Stalker sent me a text saying that he could fall madly in love with me & he was already crazy about me. Kind of scary considering we’ve only known each other a few weeks. But to make things even scarier, the next day, he texts me that he will probably marry me. How scary is that???
September 12, 2008
Stalker says that he knows he’s in love with me & he wants to fuck me so hard & so badly that he has to masturbate every day.
September 13, 2008
I met Stalker at 10:30 pm in [town] & stayed the night with him in a hotel there. While making love he told me that he loved me.
I’m still not sure if I can handle his going on & on about things that really bore me to tears. He says I don’t talk enough, but how can I if I can’t get a word in edgewise?
September 15, 2008
Stalker keeps texting me telling me that he loves me & wants to pound me & make me his little white, green-eyed, blind, barefoot & pregnant princess. He knows I can’t have kids though. He also has an eyeglass fetish I think.
October 11, 2008
I had an eye exam at 8:20 am in [town] and of course Stalker wanted to be there. After all, it was his idea in the first place. His “fetish” has gone a bit far. Well, he met me there, went into the exam with me, talked to the Doc, and then we went next door & ordered new lenses for my glasses. Then he wanted to go to Sam’s & do some shopping. I hate shopping with him. He really is a tight wad. LOL
Then we went to Chik-Fi-La for lunch. Again, he says he loves fast/fried food, but I don’t know if he’s just really cheap or what. One day I’m going to try & get him to go to an real restaurant & see what happens.
Finally after driving all over the damn place, and spending a few hours at the office, he finally agreed to start looking for a hotel room. I was starting to get what I thought was an allergy attack after we left the office, so I really just wanted to get a room & relax a little. He just talks and talks and I barely say anything. When I do try to say anything I have to butt in & I think I end up sounding a bit rude, not on purpose, it’s just that it seems that I only get to interject when it’s something I force myself to say.
I think I’m just more scared that he’s talking about marriage & babies already when I’ve only known him less than two months and have only seen him a handful of times. He says he loves me & is crazy about me, but I don’t understand why that has to mean that we have to rush and go to a drive through chapel in Las Vegas!
My journal entries about Stalker end there mainly because I stopped seeing him once his “roommate” started texting me. He had told me about her early on and said that they were just roommates, but she wanted to be more. He also said that he was not interested in her. Bullshit alert!
She found my number in his phone and started texting me telling me that he belonged to her and for me to leave him alone. Done. I wanted nothing more to do with him, but it’s never that easy. He found out and continued texting, calling and emailing me. No matter how many times I told him that I didn’t want to see him again he just didn’t get it.
I finally had to change my phone number just to get rid of him, or so I thought.
In February of 2009 I received a three page handwritten letter. It was addressed to me at my dad’s mission. I guess at some point I had told him that I was working there and the name of it, so he easily tracked down the address. The letter went on and on about how much he loved me and how I should forgive him and give him another chance. He said “I just want my soul back and you have possession of it.” How sweet, and psycho of him.
I told my dad that if Stalker showed up at the mission he had my permission to shoot him on site. I was genuinely afraid of what Stalker might be capable of doing.
He never showed his face again, but he did continue to email and send me instant messages. I just ignored them. To this day he still sends me a “happy birthday” message every year and occasionally pops up just to say “hi” and see how I’m doing.
I’m not afraid of him anymore, but then again I have a gun of my own now. He’s the one who should be afraid. LOL