Ask BOTW what it is like to be a stalker...

[jeffraider]

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I picked the lock but I couldn't get in cuz I was trying to push the door in, but it was a pull. I did this thrice.


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Hahahahaha. Good job man, I wasn't vibing this thread but now I'm a fan.

[mmbt0ne]

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After we broke up I broke into her house. I smashed her answering machine among other things. I bought her a new answering machine "to make amends", but I had the remote code.

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Wow. This is pretty genius.

[talentdeficit]

when i was in high school, one of my (hot and female) classmates lived directly behind me. from my bedroom you could see the pool in her yard and the patio around it. from the balcony off the back of my house, you could see directly into her bedroom. i never really took advantage of this, as i considered her a friend and i'm not a scumbag.

plus i wanted to keep using her pool.

i had pretty slack parents and a huge house, so my friends would usually hang out at my place. i was a pretty slack kid, so they'd sometimes bring their friends to play my state of the art sega genesis on our massive 31" sony tv. often when i wasn't home. my parents were inexplicably okay with this. i said they were slack.

it turns out one of these friends of a friend was stalking the girl who lived behind me. i kinda hated him, but he'd show up at my house all the time. if i was home, he'd say he was looking for one of our mutual friends and leave. (this was in the dark ages pre everyone had a cel phone). if i wasn't home, he'd take advantage of my parents inability to tell my friends apart to hang out in my room or on the balcony, hoping for a glimpse of the object of his obsession. i had no idea this was going on until i came home after midnight with one of my nascent girlfriends intending to sneak her in the back. we sneak up the stairs, and this creepy dude is hidden on my balcony holding binoculars.

i didn't want to get busted breaking curfew and smuggling a girl into the house, so i just took his binoculars and told him never to visit my house again. i told my neighbor what was going on and apologized. three days later her brother caught him in my backyard at about 6am. after an ass kicking, he stopped using the backyard as a staging area, but didn't stop stalking her.

[Blarg]

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I am sharp. I didn't try to trip, I just stumbled.

I fell down.

It hurt.

I got up.

I want to help anyone else who is falling down. I only hope my words and thoughts here do that.

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There still seems to be a kind of scary disassociation from reality and lack of responsibility here. You say that "unfortunately" she didn't die or something similar didn't happen -- whaaaa? And that the sheriff who tackled you a week later for breaking a window in her house and running off was a {censored]. I'm not sure what else he was supposed to do or how that made him a [censored]. Wouldn't you want the sheriff to catch the guy if it were your daughter, sister, mom, or friend? That wouldn't make him a [censored] at all. It would first of all mean he was just doing his job, and second of all it might even make him look like some kind of hero. It's strange after all this time that you are still referring to him negatively for basically catching an unbalanced, disruptive, trespassing, and possibly dangerous person fleeing from the scene of a crime -- and a crime which might well be only a precursor to something much, much worse.

In short, I'm surprised that there still seems to be an instinctive lack of perspective on your part. I'm sure that it's easy to punch stuff up or be sloppy or colorful for the sake of a more lively post, but your choices in describing the matter still seem to me a likely echo of the way you're actually feeling them, if not thinking about them. At some level, it sounds like you still feel that you were in the right and somehow wronged or misunderstood -- as if you're closer to the place you used to be than you really should be.

[Blarg]

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Pics would be sweet. I sympathize with the OP though. Falling madly in love and then having to deal with the fact that the creature you love and cherish is a skank has a profound emotional and mental impact. How can something so beautiful be so vulgar? It must really screw up the brain chemicals. Good luck with that.

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That doesn't sound like what was going on at all.

[BOTW]

Party trashed my pics but there were no nudes. She was cute but nothing fantastic. Sorry.

I have never told a new girl the full details. My friends still give me [censored] about stealing her puppy, so any girls I've been with long enough have gotten to hear that part. Of course I try to spin it so I'm the hero saving the dog from a neglectful owner, not a creep. Her Mom got me 20 days, restitution, probation, and record purged so I doubt anyone could find out, though I've never bothered to make sure my record is clean.

I did a few romantic comedy like things. I called and sang for the two or three minutes her answering machine would allow. She actually called me back so I repeated this over and over and over again. She only called me back the one time. After she changed her number, I bought a convertable and drove by her office every day at lunch time hoping to see her and show her how successful I was. I never saw her. After a week or so, her boyfriend called me and told me to stop doing this. I scared him so much that he moved. Any time I went out with mutual friends, I would just stare at the door. Eventually, someone would tell me, "She's not coming," so I proceeded to get drunk and sit outside her house all night. On a couple of occasions, I played some romantic song loud enough that the neighbors called the police. Both times they sent me on my way though I should have gotten a DUI. I guess there is something really pathetic about the way I sing, "We were merely freshmen".

[cassette]

Blargisright.

I hope you are still recieving counselling.

[suzzer99]

The girl I went to prom with stalked me for a while. If I ever wanted to say anything to her, I'd just go out on my front porch and she'd drive by within 10 minutes or so. One night someone put a bunch of giant crawdads in my car while I was at a friends party. Naturally it was summer and me and my buddy driving home were both in flip flops. My buddy felt something crawling on his foot and started freaking out. We threw a bunch of them out, but they kept coming out from under the seat and everywhere. Creepy ride home.

I never proved it was her, but I'm pretty sure. She was a little spooky. Thank God I never went past 2nd with her. I might not be here.

[BOTW]

Hi Blarg. I take full responsibilty for my actions and my actions were very bad. I was a very dangerous person, especially when drunk. I am very fortunate things turned out the way they did. Had I not been arrested, I don't think I would have changed. Being arrested did not directly change me and I don't think that anything our legal system could have done would. But, being arrested did help me start thinking which eventually led to me wanting to change.

Everyone around me knew there was a problem, but no one knew what to do. My friends and family tried to help. They were very frustrated with me since I didn't appear to be listening to them though they did listen to me. They tried to convince me to stop. I had my keys forcefully taken from me a number of times. I thank my family and friends for caring enough to listen and trying to help. Even though I didn't appear to be listening at the time, I hear them now.

The "unfortunately, no one died" is a lame attempt at humor. I fully intended to maim her boyfriend on a number of occasions. It wasn't until after her bf moved that I discovered how easily I could have invaded his home.

There does exist a disconnect on my part: I can't believe the things I thought and did were really me, but they really were me. I was a sad, jealous, pathetic and angry person. I try to laugh about it now even though it is not remotely funny. If I sound as though I am close to that place it is because I am. It is painful to think about this. I regret the things I did.

The girl is blameless. However, she did some things that I would not recommend my sister, Mom or friends do if confronted with a similar situation. 1) Tell your friends and family. I don't think her Mom would have helped me had she known the full extent of my activities. 2) Stop all contact. By answering the phone one time you are guaranteed many, many more calls. A restraining order just lets me know you are still thinking of me. 3) Call the police at the first sign of trouble. It is surprising to me now how long it took for the cops to get involved.

[Stuey]

Please make an mspaint of you with the puppy going over the fence.