[postlink]https://love101tv.blogspot.com/p/serendipity-stalker.html[/postlink]<span style="color: #3366ff;">It was a Saturday and I was standing in the checkout line of a grocery store when I started checking out this beautiful blonde in front of me. She never once turned to me during my awkward gawking, but she knew I was burning a hole right through her. About two hours later I was running some errands when a friend of mine called to tell me about a young woman who was single and looking for a nice guy to date. He gave me her number and I called her. After speaking on the phone for 30 minutes we decided to meet up that night for dinner. Later that evening, I sauntered up to her front door, but before I could knock- she opened the door. I was in shock! It was the girl from the grocery store, and she looked incredible! FAST FORWARD- four dates later, I went from thinking this girl was “Da Bomb” to I would rather sit on a bomb ready to blow-up. I first started receiving personalized gifts in my mailbox. The gift giving then graduated to gifts for my children. I asked her to stop. She did not. I then started receiving emails and phone calls. I would let the phone calls go to voice mail and I would save the emails in a special file for Ms. Nutty. I was on the road with some work, when I received a call from her about our mutual friend the matchmaker. Yes, my friend who set us up was apparently dying of some Ebola-type cancer according to this girl. I was on a business trip and was unable to get in touch with my friend, so I followed his impending doom via phone calls from this girl. When I arrived back in town, I called her for a report on his status and she informed me he was at the beach with his kids and a mild case of mononucleosis. At that point- I realized I was in for a bumpy ride. I received calls that she had received death threats on her front door written in blood. She asked if I was the one writing these bloody messages! But, even if I had written them, she must not have really cared because she called me numerous times about escorting her to various parties and events- still I refused to call her back! There were days I would walk outside my house and see her staring at me through the gate of my subdivision. Finally I had enough and picked up the phone and told her to never call me or mention my name ever again! Her response - “So, you’re saying it’s really over then?” Two months had passed and I had not heard a peep from Ms. Nutty. I was driving down the road and pulled into a gas station. When I pulled up to the pumps, I looked to my left where I found Ms. Nutty filling her car. I tromped on the accelerator and zipped away like a lightning bolt. I drove to a parking lot adjacent to the gas station to wait for her to leave but she drove directly towards me. I was like- “You have got to be kidding me?” She pulled her car right up to mine and stared at me. I could literally see one of those comic strip bubbles appear over her head with the words “Tsk Tsk” inside the bubble. Later that night- I received an email from this chick that read “I saw you watching me. If you continue to stalk me, I will call the police,” I was flabbergasted! I called a police friend who informed me to take all the crazy gifts, emails, etc. to the police station and they recommended I put a restraining order on her before she could do the same to me. It was a freakin’ nightmare! A year later I was driving down a highway when I received a call from an unmarked number. I reluctantly answered and wouldn’t you know it! It was her. She wanted to tell me that she still thought we would make a great team and she didn’t understand why I broke up with her. She asked if I would escort her to an event, and I politely said “No” then got off the phone. As I hung up the phone I shook my head in disbelief- as I blurted out the words “What a F****ng Bitch!” When I looked out the passenger side window, she was staring right at me from her car. My mouth dropped as she gave me the evil eye, flipped me off then drove away- never to be seen again. Amen.</span>
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