OH yes i have a stalker. his name is Jordan.
It started on Valentine's day, when he gave me chocolates and a rose. (plastic, but a rose still.)
Then he started harassing me...putting his hands on me, not leaving me alone, following me everywhere...
and he started saying stuff. "I know where you live" he'd say. I'd ask him where, and he'd get it exactly right.
"I know what your car looks like" he said soon after. "What?" I challenged him.
He got it right.
"I saw you at your church" he said a week or so later..."I live close to it."
He kept saying where he saw my car...and where he saw me...outside in my yard or at Wal-Mart and stuff like that.
I'm so sick of it...I told him to cut it out or he'd regret it.
He stopped 'crushing on me' so to say, for a while, but now he's slapping me and crap that I don't want to deal with.
One more big thing, he's gone. Well...in trouble. Gone from my life.
Yupp, that's my story...