I got lucky with my stalker
I got stalked by a guy from a forum I used to use, after I'd visited him a few times. I'd asked him to back off because he was getting a bit creepy and I hated all his disgusting chavvy mates and how they would all fuck each others sisters then fight about it. I thought I was nice and gentle and understanding,wishing him all the best etc. He could take a hint, alright. He went guano loco with fury. He would call my house screaming that I was a callous bitch for pretending to be his friend andaccusing me of wanting to fuck his inbred, fat, mustachioed special-needs mates. And worse yet, the silent calls all night long and going to all my internet places, joining up at some, to post all about how much of a crazy, evil bitch I am. He still does after 3 years. I left a message on a forum for a friend recently mentioning that I spend a lot of time in Amsterdam these days and he appeared for the first time in months just to imply that I'm a prostitute.

So how did I get lucky? Well, the phone calls were police reported and traced and if he's caught across the border he'll be arrested.

There is no need for that, though.

He's certified agoraphobic.
(posthumous mince is tiptoeing through the tulips, Sun 3 Feb 2008, 2:08, Reply)