I was going to write this the day it happened, but I was a touch shaken by the experience to write it then. I’ve calmed down a bit from it so here we go…
As I mentioned the other day I see a lot of different folks when I venture to and from the office. Well, Tuesday or perhaps Thursday I saw someone I hadn’t seen in eight years. Someone I should add I never want to see again. I know what you might be thinking…an ex? No actually I’m pretty friendly with all of my exes. In fact last May my hubbins and I met up with my college boyfriend and his wife in DC. So there.
No this was a guy who stalked me for the better part of six months, eight years ago. And there he was crossing the street chomping an apple without a care in the world. But let’s go back seven years ago…I was living in Troy at the time, not far from the college I had gone too. In fact I was now working as a dispatcher in the security office there. So I could walk to work. The meh thing was at the time I worked the overnight shift. So I really had little clue what sunlight was.
But on the days I had off I did live like all the normal 9-5 folks did. I would go out and grab coffee at a local cafe or visit with friends, usual stuff. Heck I even met some of my neighbors. One of my neighbors (my next door neighbor) happened to be my age. Now she was a bit of a flake and as she told me five minutes into our meeting a heavy drug user. That’s not something I would have spilled on a first meeting, but hey that’s me.* She also on another occasion introduced me to her boyfriend. I really didn’t pay him any attention at the time and maybe I should have…because then maybe my creep-o-meter would have sounded. Because he would become my stalker.
Moving along a little. Said druggie neighbor moved out when she got in a car accident and busted her leg pretty badly. But seeing as she was on many illegal and legal drugs she probably wasn’t feeling anything. So she moves out and life goes on. Till one day, on a day off, I happened to run into her ex on the street. We struck up a conversation and he seemed normal. I’ve been told this is usually the case. I think we even exchanged screen names, you know when people used AIM? Again I thought nothing of it.
That is until I got home and the moment I signed on saw I had a request from Douchebag2005 (not really his screen name) waiting for me to accept. Again, creep-o-meter was probably due for a tune up. Because sure I thought it was weird, but maybe he liked me and I was in the market for a boyfriend. So we chatted a little, turned out he lived right across the street from me….
Flash forward a week or two when I’m leaving for work. He just happens to be out in from of his building. “Going to work?” He asked. “Yep and I’m late.” I responded and hauled it to work. Now our security team at the college was all off duty cops. Who basically were like the big brothers I never had. So naturally I mentioned the chat with my neighbor to the officer on duty when I arrived. He suggested I keep track of how often this happend. Turns out that would be almost every damn night! It got so bad that several police reports were filed AND I had to get an escort to work and from from the officer on duty. That was their call not mine.
In fact I think they secretly wanted to go over and beat the ever loving jebus out of them. Which I assured them wasn’t needed. Also I had noticed I hadn’t seen him in at least two weeks. So we tried allowing me to walk to work alone that night. I was seriously a two minute walk to campus. But you know just when you think it’s safe to walk alone…there he was sort of blocking my entrance to campus. He was also quick to point out that I didn’t have my escort with me. Yeah I ran like hell to work and didn’t answer him. And guess what I filed YET another police report. It was getting to the point where the cops wanted to talk to him.
I of course didn’t want that as I felt it would make the whole thing worse. Funny side note…I was a criminal justice major in college. So YOU’D think I would be all for following the letter of the law…but I was a giant chicken. But as luck would have it a week or so after the last encounter he was arrested for drug possession AND assaulting a female officer. Good news is she broke his arm and nose! And I never saw him after that….until this week.
So you might be wondering what I did. Truth is I did reach for my pepper spray. But he didn’t do a damn thing. In fact he didn’t recognize me at all and just kept on walking past me. You know what I didn’t turn and run back to work. Instead I kept walking to grab something for lunch. Was I shaken, sure. But I’ve learned to not let fear from things like him keep me from living. Am I more cautious now, yes I’ve grown up quite a bit from that experience.
But and I cannot stress this enough to everyone reading this. Pay attention to your surroundings and the people in those surroundings. I’m not saying every person you meet might be the stalker you get tomorrow. I just want to advise you all to have a little caution when you might be out walking around alone.
Funnier posts will be back later today I’m sure…like that time I was arguing with my hubbins about pallets in the parking lot where he works. The f-bomb was dropped a lot in that one. In fact I should leave you all with a funny picture to lighten the mood.
*I’ve never done any heavy drugs. Reefer? Yeah tried that once and HATED it. I’m weird.