My Stalker Is Back

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My Stalker is back! Strange guy. Older man. First time I met him was in a discount clothing store. I was checking out some shirts and he sorta struck up a conversation with me. At first it seemed okay, but then it started to get a little strange. For one thing he stayed with me as I browsed. I walked away and started looking at blouses on another aisle and when I turned around he was right there. Then he started commenting on my choices, quite as if he had a say-so on what I wore. I finally grabbed a few blouses and ducked into a lady's changing booth. When I finally stuck my head out he was gone.

That was kind of the pattern. He apparently knows what I drive and that I like to shop at thrift stores and discount stores. I can usually find something nice that won't break the bank. Plus it's kinda the thrill of the search! Will I find something nice? And where will I find it?

Well, I'll be browsing the racks and suddenly there he is. "Well, you're all scrubbed up and pretty." Or "That one really brings out the color of your eyes!" What? I have hazel eyes!

I hadn't seen him in awhile and sorta forgot about him. So to my shock he turned up last Friday at the Good-Will Store. "You find anything pretty?" My heart jumped up into my mouth and my stomach contracted to the size of a golf ball! Full-blown panic attack! The women's toilet wasn't far away, so I ran in there. After a few minutes I stuck my head out, and he was across the room by the doors staring at me.

I quickly ducked back inside and sat on a bench and shook. It finally hit me, this took me back to when I was sexually assaulted as a child! He didn't look like the man that raped me but the words and actions were the same. When that hit me I ended up tossing my cookies. I got cleaned up and stepped out to find he was apparently gone.

I spent the next couple of hours wandering the aisles, hoping if he was waiting he'd have got bored and left. The clerk asked me if I was okay, and I said no. I asked her if she'd seen the guy and managed to describe him. Not a great one but given that I went into a brain freeze when it occurred I did give a rough description. She remembered seeing him leave.

That just caused my stomach to contract even further and she saw it in my face. "Why, what's wrong?" so I told her about my encounters. Then she managed to surprise and shock me!

"Maybe he likes you and is just a little shy."

I very forcefully denied that as something I'd even be interested in. Then I left and went to eat. 90% of which got thrown away.

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