mardi 27 janvier 2009

I didn't sleep so good last night

It's all down to the stalker.

Now, having a stalker and all. It's no fun. I can confirm.

One evening of hell doesn't a stalker make, I do appreciate that. And I appreciate that it was much harder for Kevin Bacon when the fabulous Jack MacFarland was stalking him. Although that did seem to turn out quite well.

But my stalker started out as a nice guy. The first time I met him, he was charming, funny and eager to please, if you know what I mean.

Finding him stood on my doorstep on Sunday afternoon was a little odd, but I just thought "aw bless him, he's keen".

He phoned last night just after I got home from work. I didn't answer - I was tired, needed to cook and wasn't in the mood for chit chat. Almost as soon as the phone stopped ringing, it started again. And again after that.

On the fourth ring he left a message.

He told me that he loved me, he missed me and that he wanted me to come meet his parents at the weekend. We could sleep at his brother's house as he and the sister-in-law had heard all about me and were keen to meet me. The message was so long that the messagerie cut him off at the end...we're talking a full five minutes of message here.

I turned my phone to silent and walked away from it.

Next time I looked he'd called 11 more times. I checked the number and it wasn't a mobile. I had the bright idea of googling the number to see where it was - I wish I hadn't. The number belonged to the public phone outside my building. He'd been out there all night - it was now nearly ten p.m.

As I was marvelling at this, the intercom phone rang. It could only be him. I ignored it, officially a bit scared now.

A few minutes later he called again.

Then the intercom phone rang again. The scary thing is that, in order to get to my building's intercom, you have to be in the building - i.e. the person has already got past the code-protected front door. How had he done that?

I heard my neighbours turn off their tv, walk about and then my front door rang. I presumed it was the neighbour, coming to ask me to please answer the door bell when it rings. I flung the door open expecting to see my friendly neighbour. It wasn't the man next door.

It was him. The stalker.

How had he got through the second bit of security in the building? He'd got past the coded front door and then past the internal door that is locked with a key.

I mumbled something about leaving me alone, stopping ringing, and fucking off and slammed the door. I didn't want a crazy man pushing past me into the house.

I watched through the spyhole in the door as he waited a couple of minutes and then left.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang. I picked it up and said "leave me the fuck alone. Stop ringing, stop waiting outside my house".

"Put the phone down," he said. "I don't want to talk to you, I want to leave a message".

I hung up.

He left me a message. I still have it.

He says that only me and God have the right to judge his 'inexcusable' behaviour this evening. That he still wants to hear my lovely British accent again and he hopes that I will still come with him to see his family. That he misses me and that he is sorry, but that he only wants to talk to me.

Again the message is so long that the voicemail cuts it off at the end.

I presume he'll call tonight. I'm calmer and less scared. I'll deal with it and put an end to it. Either that, or I'll call the police.

It's ridiculous and madness at the same time.

I don't really understand it.

As my LPF said "you're fat, old and English - why would someone want to stalk you?"....

39 commentaires:

Brett a dit…

God you must be good! either that or he is just a little bit mad (as in totally raving), use your peep hole before opening the door, and don't go any where with him, ever, i enjoy reading your blog too much.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Thanks Brett. I like to think it's because I'm good, but I secretly think it's because he's a nutter....

alan a dit…

arck! Scary! We'll scare him away next Monday!

aims a dit…

Holy crap!

Sweetie - be careful! Be very careful!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Alan, he'll be long gone by then...I hope...

Aims, holy crap indeed. All too bizarre.

Lola a dit…

That's realy horrible, and scary. Don't hesitate to get the police involved if it goes on. And change your phone number immediately.

wontletlifedefineme a dit…

That's really scary... If he keeps it up, let the police know? If he needs some mental care that's one way for him to get it.

Lamy a dit…

Gosh! You should be careful...Don't open the door without checking who is outside!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Lola, it reall yis horrible. And he seemed like a nice guy - just goes to show...

marjolein, you're right - could be the best thing to happen to him.

Lamy, I've learned my lesson on that front...

conortje a dit…

Just remember, if you need to flee Hollandwards....

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Conortje, I'm considering it, trust me...

A Lewis a dit…

Holy Smokes, Batman! I real live weirdo stalker dude. I've never had anything like that happen. It can't possibly feel very good, unfortunately. I do hope it gets sorted out soon. Otherwise, I'll be required to come over and stand sentry to beat him up. And I will.

cb a dit…

Brilliant!! I had a stalker once too. Twice actually. Not fun.

I find keeping a copy of the best seller "He's Just Not That Into You" on hand (highlighted and dogeared) on hand as a potential "gift" can work wonders.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Hey Lewis, come and be my bodyguard - that'd be funny. i'll be Whitney, you be Kevin!

CB - sounds like a good idea ... must go get me a copy.

Daryl a dit…

Is this the chap with the Homer Simpson socks?

travelling, but not in love a dit…

D, it isn't - although you'd think it was, wouldn't you...strange socks being a sign of something wrong...

Lane a dit…

Argh! A scary creep. You be careful, you hear.

softinthehead a dit…

Yes scary ...and who needs a stalker when you have LBF to comfort you :)

Daisy a dit…

OMG!!! Things have taken a scary turn for the worse - is this the Homer socks guy?! Be careful!

PS loved the Footloose Will and Grace episode!

wallstory a dit…

I don't know if you're going to appreciate this or not, but I've given you an award for your 'lovely blog'. You see, you make me and Stewart laugh, and that's lovely enough for me. http://wallstory.wordpress.com/2009/01/27/thank-you-so-much/

wallstory a dit…

By the way, re this post aaargh, how scary is he?? Be careful

Stew a dit…

fucking hellski!

Be careful man.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Lane, I'm being careful...and cautious...and nervous....

Softy - with his words of comfort, who needs friends eh?

Daisy, it's not HSS - he's cool, even if he does have bad hair. And that W+G episode is too too great...

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Hey there Stew and Mrs Stew...! Lovely to hear from you both. Thanks for the award...I don't really display them here but I always really - really - appreciate getting them. Means a lot that you enjoy my blog - you've been with me for ages now, I love that you keep coming back.

As for this guy, yep, he's a freak? And nope, I still can't spot em after all these years!

Promise me you'll let me know if ever any or all of you find yourselves here in Paris...

x

Rob (Inukshuk Adventure) a dit…

Huh, so this is the thanks the guy gets for giving up hours, no, days of his life to watch you, your every move, fingers bleeding from dialling your number on a crappy public phone....there's gratitude for you!

Sorry to make light of it, but it's too freaky. You take extreme caution and use the bewitching power of the accent sparingly!

The Hangar Queen a dit…

You need to Five-Oh his ass.....er..hang on...


Seriously.Police up.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Rob, I'm sure you get the same in Toronto - having a non-native accent can make people really take an interest....sometimes the wrong people. I'm happy when it's just the lady at the supermarket checkout...

HQ - police up indeed. I'll do anything to get me a uniformed man in the house...he he

Mike a dit…

i've had a 'fatal attraction' once before. he eventually got over me, but it took a while after i told him to stop. the whole thing freaked me out so much that i stopped being gay for a few years. f'rilz!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Mike - as in you just shut up shop or that you actually moved over to the dark side for a while? eek!

Mike a dit…

OMG -- 'moving over to the dark side' --- YOU ARE TOOOOO MUCH! lol.

it was more like closing up shop for EVERYONE. i was in college, he was my 'first' ... it wasn't pretty.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Mike, sounds awful....you poor boy. I think mine may well be over quicker than it started. My stalker situation, that is...

Valleys Mam a dit…

Mmmmmmm not nice Hun. A saddo, you need to be more discerning.
Get a large bat

tornwordo a dit…

That's scary. I hope he just melts away and maybe learns to take it easy too.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

VM - a large bat? you offering, he he

Torny - alas I feel this one will need handling properly...

12ontheinside a dit…

Holy cow. That is scary.
Although really, it could have solved your problems with who to take to the work party.

Louise a dit…

Is THIS HSS??? Holy COW!!!

It's the accent. People are drawn to a British accent. Fake an American one and he'll bug off.

Seriously, this is awful. Stressful.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

12oti - he he, would have been ideal for the party...he'd have integrated well with my colleagues!

Louise, trust me, I pull out the fake american accent when I want to scare someone off...not really...honest!

H a dit…

Oh my goodness. I hope you're ok.

I was recently a victim to a stalker, too. I didn't even know who he was. The man approached me and tried to strike up a conversation- "Are you Korean?"...er, no.

But when I walked away, he started following me and pretended that "it was such a coincidence!" that he wound up in the same shops as me. He would wink and say these horribly suggestive things, before trying to touch me.

I've never been more terrified in my life. I ran away and hid in a bookstore for about 40 minutes before calling for friendly backup. I wanted to call the Police, but I'm not sure what they would have done.

Anyway, sorry for this abnormally long comment. Take care of yourself!

X

Toni a dit…

I had a stalker, (female, Thai), who when I met her hadn't admitted she was married and was very keen to get pregnant by me. She pushed this quite a bit and when I asked if her husband would mind she said he won't know the child is not his as she and I have the same blood group, (B-), which is very rare for Asians. When I asked how she knew my bloodgroup she casually informed me that she had taken a sample of my blood when I was drunk!