The Stalker

This guy I went out with is the guy that gave me nightmares for weeks. When I first met up with him, we hung out with his roommate and friends around a campfire. It was fun, but he drank WAY too much. I didn’t drink so I helped him into the house and took care of him. I should have known that first meeting with him that things were going to end badly. He talked about this woman he dated who was crazy, she called the cops on him to get her stuff back and then tried to get back together with him. The whole thing sounded fishy, but I was willing to give this guy a shot despite that. Maybe she really was crazy. I learned after dating him that one should always trust their instincts about someone...

I really should have listened to my gut with this guy. As we were sitting around in the living room the second day after meeting him. He started asking me what I thought of him. I told him what I thought, and he didn’t really get defensive or weird. However, he's the kind of that that could never own up to being wrong about anything. Ever. When I was telling him what I thought of him, he started behaving as if I was blaming him for something. I wasn’t blaming him for anything, even though he acted as if I was. Well, after that happened, I was still not sure about him. Maybe this was just a weird thing he did? We hung out and then I made him dinner. He had a roommate when I first met him, and then he decided to kick the guy out because he was "Sure" this guy or his girlfriend had stolen from him. By this point, I was really starting to question what I was doing hanging out with this guy. Well, he had found out his daughter was doing drugs and then had his daughter move in so he could keep an eye on her. So, I made them dinner one night a couple of days after she moved in. I cleaned up and took care of everything, I washed the dishes I did it all. The entire time I was cleaning, he was watching me and he was very particular about things, about the way everything had to be. So, again I accommodated him because it was his home and why shouldn't I be respectful of his belongings? I know everyone is different, not a big deal. I went home that night, and the next day he calls me up and invites me over. So, I drove over to his house, and he starts complaining about this old roommate. He was so drunk he started talking about how his roommate stole from him, and that’s why he kicked him out. Then he goes into the bathroom and lights up a cigarette and opens the window so as not to make the house smell. I asked him why he was doing that, and he told me he didn’t want his daughter to know he smoked. The funny thing was her bedroom was right underneath the bathroom. I’m Pretty sure she knew he was a smoker. Well, he also told me that the only reason his daughter lived with him, was because her Mom kicked her out of the house. So, now she’s living with this crazy Dad of hers. I was just beginning to see what this guy was about. What straw finally broke the camel's back was, I had a date with him at 7 one night. However, I literally got stuck in a line that I was in with my friend. It wasn’t supposed to take as long as it was taking, so I called him to let him know that I’d be late. The guy was furious, saying things like “My time is valuable, and this is unacceptable”. I apologized and told him I’d be there as soon as I was able. Well, I finally arrived around 8, and pulled my car up into the driveway. He was standing there fuming, and smoking a cigarette. I rolled my window down, and he blew up at me. He basically told me that because I didn’t respect his time, that he never wanted to see me ever again. His time was so incredibly valuable, his clients know how to respect his time so why shouldn't I? As he was standing there yelling at me, there was this big part of me that breathed a huge sigh of relief. I mean, this guy was certifiable, and I was lucky to getaway. However, as it turns out I was not that lucky because after things ended he reappeared in my life. He didn't know where I lived, but he did have my cell phone number. The guy stalked me, he found out where I worked. He would not stop looking for me… then one day, he created a new fake profile on this same dating site we were on. He pretended to be someone else, and we talked for a bit. Well, we decided to talk to each other on the phone. Well, he called me, and the minute I answered I recognized his voice. He told me knew where I worked and started to get all super creepy and I hung up on him. I blocked his number on my phone, I reported him to the police, and I am praying I never have to hear from that guy ever again.