I would say: try and enjoy the attention. But, since I'm not entirely devoid of common sense: Keep a phone or cellphone within immediate reach in case it turns out not to be harmless. (Providing this isn't an online, but offline thing)

Jat I agree with Pink, You don't know what kind of nut jobs (no puns please) there are out there. Just be careful.

I appreciate your concern guys.

I met and befriended this guy about a month and a half ago, and he seems a little obsessed with me. If I go out somewhere, and bump into him, he'll hang around me constantly, if I go to the bar he'll follow, if I go to the lavatory he'll follow, it's like having a shadow.

There's the constant text messages as well, if he isn't asking me to do something it's a "how are you, what are you up to?" kind of thing, padded out with some random information.
Today he started the message with "I feel so stalkerish", well damn right this is "stalkerish", so why the hell don't you stop creeping me out!?

Maybe Pink's onto something about the attention, I should try to feel flattered by it, but I really must have some firm words with him at some point.

In the immortal words of Barney Fife, "Nip it in the bud!".

He is taking the fact that you have yet to tell him to stop bugging you in no uncertain terms as implied approval of his actions.

In situations like this, you must be absolutely clear about how you feel. Tell him point blank "Stop following me, stop calling me, and stop messaging me. Leave me alone". If you don't, he will only get worse.

You're right.

Problem is, my modus operandi is just to ignore things, and hope they go away by themselves. Of course this never actually works, but it satisfies my procrastinatory nature.

Looks like I'm going to have to take action here, I should probably brush up on my tact first though.

I agree with Sage Dear Jat. Nip it now. The attention that you continue to give your semi-stalker just encourages and makes the let down harder.

If Treppie were here I bet he would agree but he's seemingly left us now (from the PM I got it seems to be the case) though I hope the 'Get your booty back in here' PM I sent him might spark his lil size 2 women's derier back in. Awww who am I kidding he would ask to borrow him.

Tell him to bugger off, or else. If he's doing something that he knows is illegal, he'll get scared and run when you give him a display of force.

Dear Jat,

I agree with Sage, if you don’t tell him he will keep going and then when you finally do decide to tell him off , it will have gone to far and he him get even creepier. Nip that shit in the bud!

You could tell him that you have a friend that could step in for you and crack his skull for him. Or I bust him up http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/fighting0078.gif……. which ever you like.

Dear you,

It started raining today. Rather hard, might I add - it felt like I was back home in Vancouver. Stupidly, I rode my bike to work as I always do, and now I'm uncomfortably wet. It feels like I've peed my pants or something. Not fun.

The rain is yet another ominous reminder of the fact that in two months, I will actually be back home in Vancouver, studying. My life will be exactly as it was before I ran off to California and made my dreams come true. At least outwardly. Inwardly, I'm a completely different person from who I was last April.

It looks more and more likely that when I get back, I'm going to be living with my parents again. Which isn't all that bad, as I actually like my parents, but it'll still be an adjustment from living seven months in relative quietude with a nice and reasonably unobtrusive housemate. A good friend of mine I've known since grade eight (probably my only friend from high school who's still my friend) has offered to share her studio apartment with me for about a third of what I pay for rent now. This sounds like a rather attractive option, considering that it's closer to school; at my parents', I require at least a 45-minute commute to get there.

But then, the thing is, my friend's the kind of person who hates being alone, which is the reason she wants a roommate so badly in the first place. I'm the exact opposite - good, quality quiet alone time is a requirement for me where I live. I'm not sure whether I'd be able to handle not having my own bedroom and bathroom. This is coupled by the fact that I'll likely have to get a part-time job if I live with my friend, an unattractive prospect because a) when I'm at school, I'd rather keep my focus on school, and b) after having worked at Telltale, any job I have from this point forward is going to make me depressed.

Of course, I could just rent my own place, but then I'd definitely have to get a job. And I can't commit to staying anywhere for more than four months, seeing as I have another work term to do next summer which could be spent who-knows-where.

So, if I live with my parents, it'll be cheaper and I won't have to worry as much. I think I'll be able to handle it. After all, since my brother's off at university in Victoria and my sister's now in high school, things are likely to be a lot quieter than they were before I left. Sure, they don't understand my need for alone time any more than my friend probably would, but at least, having lived with me for a good couple of decades, they know about it and are less likely to think me a misanthrope for it.

And besides, it'll only be four months.

Turrah for now,
Me

Dear Aggie:

Feeling slightly crunchy and not particularly focussed today, despite the meds. That said, I have a lot to do, so I'm hoping a walk up and down the Wentworth Stairs will settle me down a bit.

Gonna be offline until later tonight, and then only if I get something useful drawn. Otherwise, I slave at it until I know what needs to be done next, even if it's more redrawing.

Oddly enough though, what I really want to do is snuggle down and watch movies. I still feel a little under the weather, but can't slow myself down enough to just have a proper sick day. Too much to do, and I'm kinda stressed right out, at the moment.

Hope you're doing okay, and that your pants have dried out. I've been there, believe me. All of it. Everything is workable, so long as you keep yourself on the path. *loves*

Yours,

Don't worry Lee you are an excellent worker I'm sure that those drawing won’t take you anytime at all to finish.

O Captain My Captain,

I would love nothing more than to snuggle down and watch movies with you sometime. Now here's hoping you won't be too put off by my tendency to make snarky comments and bad "In Soviet Russia" jokes throughout said movies.

Sadly, my pants have gotten wet again after going out to lunch and wandering around forgetting where we parked the car. I need to invest in a big huge yellow raincoat and galoshes or something.

I remain your humble servant,
Aggie

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Dear Aggie,

Have I turned into you? Or rather, have you turned into me?

Perplexed,
Squinky

I think I'm sexually frustrated. :(

Join the crowd

I'm just sexually frustrating. :)

You can't talk, you have a husband. I sleep alone. :\

Just b/c I married doesn't mean I'm still not frustrated.

PORN! :spam:

Is it just me, or is every thread about sex at the moment?

Trep lives on in spirit, I guess. *shrugs*

It's just you and your confused definition of sex.

A girl can't get pregnant from you looking at her ankle...

.............virginity!!

We forumers are overpaid, oversexed, and over here, apparently.

I'm sure I could handle the comments. The increased frequency of tickling would probably be a good gauge of if and when I've reached saturation point.

And I thank you. And I agree. On both counts. *starts looking for rain gear for Squinky*

Actually, I stopped thinking of 'Aggie' as being anyone other than you several posts ago, D. Probably from day one, in fact. Funny, that.

It's one of your many charms, I assure you.

Dear Aggie (Yes, You):

I have to get back to the drawing table at long last. I hope to get enough decent work done that I can come back and join you later. *hugs* til then.

Yours,

Dear You,

As you wish.

Me.

*swoons... slowly recovers... picks self off of floor... returns to drawing table, shoulders slumped*

Dear AG,

This bit of conversation that was posted in this thread would have been a lot more interesting is Treppie had made several sexually based references to Squinky's anatomy and Lee's libido.

Dear arr-ehl-pee-doubleyew,

Uh, no.

Sincerely,
Aggie

Awww cmon ye know the sex change thing was a riot! And my name is Paul kiddo.

Oh and while I'm at it, I loved those aquarium shoes! Huggy Bear gots nuthin on ya!

Okay, Paul kiddo. And thank you. :)

You know when your sarcastic you remind me of my oldest daghter. For a few years she referred to me as 'the sperm doner'. God I love that lil monster.

If I were your daughter, I'd love you too, sperm donor.

I can't leave you two alone for a minute, can I?

*continues carefully packing away his libido*

Need some help with that?

(P.S. How's the drawing going?)

No, don't trouble yourself with that. It's not fit for polite company anyway.

Slowly. I've designed three logo emblems including a redesign of the actual product logo, but the car drawing still eludes me.

*inserting groaning sounds as though having a hangover*

Seven hours phonecall, going to bed at eight...

...that's so the last time I'm doing that.

Ideally.

If I can stop myself.

:shifty:

Eight, huh? Most people seem to go to bed around ten or eleven. And they have brief phone calls.