Am I stalker prone? Do I have a big sign on my forehead that reads "STALK ME"?

Stalker #1:
Okay, I was about 11 when I had my very first stalker. Yeah, some milestone. It was my mom's friend's son. See, my mom must've pitied me and realized I was a very anti-social girl who could not befriend a guy even if her life depended on it. She went ahead and gave her friend my SN to give to her son. Let's call him Bob for the sake of a name. Okay, firstly, Bob swore he was gangster. As we all know, gangsters are not for Kriss.. So, whatever, I dealt with it. I went to Canada for a week and when I returned, BAM! My inbox was floaded with e-mails, and yes, you guessed it, from Bob. Pictures, stories, day to day events- every fucking thing you could think of was sent to me. I was a bit freaked out at this point. Okay, here's the killer- he then told me he was in love with me. ROTFLMAO. OMG, I swear, I was dying of laughter when I read those words on the IM. HEEELLLOOO? We've known each other for all of two weeks and the most I've ever said was "nothing, you?" Obviously, Kriss was freaked out. I blocked him, but the asshole made up another SN so he could e-mail me. This persisted til I finally told him off. He got all pissy with me and started calling me a bitch and whatnot. I finally threatened to tell my mom [and actually I did] then he finally fucked off. What an ass.

Stalker #2:
This is perhaps the scariest one to date. I was minding my own business on hot summer day then someone IMs me, claiming they know me. I have no idea who the hell it is, so I politely say they have the wrong person. Let's call this one......Bubbles. [dunnnnoo?] Bubbles didn't leave me alone and it turned ugly. Bubbles started saying he was gonna pick me up and knew where I lived blah blah.. The scary part was Bubbles knew exactly where I live and that's not posted anywhere. One day, I received a call and whoever it was hung up on me. Bubbles then IMed me shortly after and asked if I received his call.. Oh. my. god. I wanted to lock myself in a tower 2789634 feet above sea level. THEN!! Bubbles called again. My oh my was I scared shitless. Bubbles kept insisting that I go on a date with him, but I was like fuck you asshole, no fucking way. [When Kristine's scared/pissed, she curses a lot...] Then he kept saying he'd pick me up anyway, he had a spare key [lmao i wasn't that stupid; i didn't believe that], blah blah.. FINALLY, I told him if he didn't fuck off I'd call the cops. Then that was it. Bubbles never returned.

I had a fake stalker but let's not go into that. Stupid people.

Stalker #3:
Ah, yes, freaky stalker dude at McDonald's. I was minding my own business then this old guy decides to sit at the table where I was.. HEELLLLO? There were only 93758934 other vacant tables. Anyway.. He decides to strike up a conversation with me and I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable. He then looks at all my friends and says, "Looks like only pretty girls go to your school." Yeah, it's called rape, asshole.. The mothertrucker wouldn't shut up and kept asking questions. I gave all this phony info then finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I told him I had to catch my train to Long Island.. lmfao. I left in a jiffy. Scary part is I saw the bastard 3 weeks later at a train station. *prays he didn't see me*

I am scarred for life.

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