Those who know me know that I only clean to keep busy and keep my mind off unpleasant things. Why did I de-clutter my room toady, you ask? Because of a boy.
Hope your stalker goes away! Yeah I've had two of them, one was so bad I had to get a restraining order. I hope it doesn't come to that for you, because it's NO fun and you're always on edge about the stalker. *hugs*
Thank you, so do I. I really hope it doesn't end in a restraining order. No fun at all. I can't even enjoy lunch with my friends b/c he always finds an excuse to sit with us.
There was a guy in high school that had a crush on me. I didn't know it until the summer after graduation. I'd never really had any conversations with him in high school. I had a high school sweetheart, Steve, who was sort of popular so even though he graduated two years before me, everyone knew that we were dating. We broke up for a time when I was a Junior in high school, but I met an older guy from England and dated him for a couple of months, then got back together with Steve
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I went to lunch with a friend, right? So Ryan, who we'll call person B, is sitting across from me and we're at the table in the middle of the room. This means I'm positioned directly opposite the table that sits in the corner, so that whoever were to sit at this table, say person A, would be able to see me perfectly, and vice versa, yet Person B would be completely unable to see person A. Clarification?
Person A has a 100 percent perfect view of me. I have a 90/95 percent view of person A. Ryan has 0 percent view of person A. Person A has 100 percent perfect view of Ryan. All in all a bad situation.
Anyway, this older, and by older, I mean late 60s/early 70s woman, keeps staring at me. Full on staring. Like without blinking. And as if this weren't creepy enough, every time I look up at her and catch her watching me, she immediately looks away, like a girl whose crush has just caught them staring. This happens six, maybe seven times throughout Ryan's and my meal
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No fun at all. I can't even enjoy lunch with my friends b/c he always finds an excuse to sit with us.
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I went to lunch with a friend, right?
So Ryan, who we'll call person B, is sitting across from me and we're at the table in the middle of the room. This means I'm positioned directly opposite the table that sits in the corner, so that whoever were to sit at this table, say person A, would be able to see me perfectly, and vice versa, yet Person B would be completely unable to see person A.
Clarification?
Person A has a 100 percent perfect view of me.
I have a 90/95 percent view of person A.
Ryan has 0 percent view of person A.
Person A has 100 percent perfect view of Ryan. All in all a bad situation.
Anyway, this older, and by older, I mean late 60s/early 70s woman, keeps staring at me. Full on staring. Like without blinking. And as if this weren't creepy enough, every time I look up at her and catch her watching me, she immediately looks away, like a girl whose crush has just caught them staring. This happens six, maybe seven times throughout Ryan's and my meal ( ... )
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