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February 25, 2007

stalking stalkers

The Great Purple Blob on the radar dropped a nice amount of snow today, but it was just a day too early. Again, I beseech future Great Purple Blobs on the radar to drop their bounty during the week. Gurl took some pictures while I was sleeping in. I only caught the tail end of the snowfall as I woke up late (again).

Snow on Swann St., NW DC

Last night a bunch of us went to Remington's to see Skwurl off as he's going on a trip to an undisclosed location for a while. Again let me say how delightful it was to be there smoke-free, as it was formerly one of the worst (or best) bars for chainsmokers. Still they huddle outside to smoke, which must be a pain for the guy at the door to have them going in and out so much.

Not only did the bloggeratti show up, but so did a bunch of drunk rugby teammates, coming from the 6 Nations tournament viewing at Fado. They were well-lit by the time they arrived, and included a few of our straight teammates as well. One of 'em asked me if he could have a sip of my drink and the bitch sucked the whole thing down! After a while he bought me a new one though. They also complained of being felt up in the bar, but were good sports about it. I'm just jealous that they got felt up and I didn't.

At one point me, Skwurl, Ryan and Carl were on the stairwell between the two floors, looking down at the dance floor. Suddenly Carl tensed up and started trembling, and muttered to me that his stalker had arrived, who started talking to him and me. Carl quickly disappeared, leaving me to speak, or actually just listen to, the stalker talk about how incredible Carl was. Not that Carl isn't incredible, but it was really creepy how he went on and on to me about Carl. Yet I continued to listen, as stalkers fascinate me. I refrained from telling the stalker about how purportedly huge Carl's member was, as it would probably only encourage the stalking.

I have a number of friends with stalkers of various levels of creepiness and psychoness. Luckily I have not had the pleasure of being stalked overtly, as I think they know better or are content limiting themselves to blogstalking in silence. I either ignore them or they see the look in my eyes that says, "Keep pushin' it and I'm going to physically remind you to stay out of my life." Violence goes both ways, and as Stebbins once said to me, "Jimbo, you don't take any shit." And I don't.

I have noticed a number of similarities between all the stalkers in my freind's lives, and they can be summed up as follows:

- Most stalkers have a limited ability to socialize normally, and very low self-perception. They don't know how outright creepy they are, and they can't seem to perceive that the object of their obsession is at least unnerved by their attentions, at worst frightened.

- Most stalkers do not have a support group of friends to keep them grounded. They tend to live in their own mind without the advice a circle of friends as a sounding board that would keep a normal person aware of the effects of their actions and words.

- Most stalkers thrive on attention from their targets/victims, and any attention, no matter how long it's been or how terrible they've behaved towards thier victim, just sets them off and often makes their stalking worse. Don't give stalkers any attention.

Stalking is a serious issue when it happens, requiring the victim to have to change phones, addresses or even cities. Sometimes it leads to violence, property damage or even death. In DC, escalated or endangering stalking can be reported to the Metropolitan Police Gay and Lesbian Liaison (GLLU). What stalker experiences have you readers endured, and how did you have to deal with it in the end? Feel free to share in the comments section.

Tonight I'm going to TJ and Rob's for some hot Oscar action. I've seen very few of this year's nominees, and am mainly going for the fine socialization and merriment to be had at the birthday boys' home.

Posted by jimbo at February 25, 2007 6:33 PM

Comments

What a coincidence. Carl was telling me about this guy right before he left us at Science to join you at Remingtons. And wow...I feel so educated now on the subject of stalkers. Thank you, Jimbo. I also had no idea how purportedly large Carl's cock is. Cheers to him!

Posted by: A-Ron at February 25, 2007 9:06 PM

Tiffani-Amber Thiessen (now only Tiffani Thiessen) stalked me for a month and a half one summer. It really was scary. What made it worse is that I was, on all but one occasion, in the company of my family or circle of friends. They were just so into the celebrity sighting aspect of the whole thing, they didn't realize how truly horrifying it was for me.

Posted by: boo augustus at February 26, 2007 12:31 AM

I swear to god the gossip press has been misinformed. Average is as average does. Now stop talking about it.

This is my first stalker, and I do not like! Usually I mutter "men don't make passes at girls in glasses" and know that I will be crocheting alone for all eternity, but that seems a far better fate than that loon.

Posted by: copperred at February 26, 2007 1:47 AM

My ex stalked me for a while. He stole everything from my patio (even the doormat and a dead plant), and even took the license plate off my car. I have a restraining order against him, and had to sell my house and move. It's pretty scary.

Posted by: Zack at February 26, 2007 10:37 AM

I'm too lazy for actual physical stalking. Online stalking is so much more convenient.

Posted by: Dan at February 26, 2007 11:29 AM

It snowed alot in Baltimore, Ai'chiaya seemed to have had a field day in the back yard.

Rob and I were installing a new garage door opener during the mini "storm". fingers still numb ;-)

Never had a stalker, don't know why anyone would stalk me anyway. Not the Stalkable type I guess. Or maybe its that I looked like the type of guy who might conjure up the forces of darkness if pissed off.
Oh well
Stalkers should seriously seek profesional help.

Posted by: Dax at February 26, 2007 11:41 AM

Some people are babe magnets, some are spirit magnets, I was blessed with freak magnetism. It seems to have mostly dissipated except for the odd subway nutter, but some years back the most memorable incident was when I had a stalker. Granted the initiation of said stalking was my own fault, having met this fairly good looking middle eastern guy in the DC Eagle and macking with him. Then the phone calls began, and the "random" bumping into episodes, and notes on my car, and more phone calls. Any attraction I might have felt evaporated and here's hoping no bunnies were boiled. It's funny tho...all the black squirrels in my neighborhood disappeared. I liked them.

Posted by: Will at February 26, 2007 1:08 PM

Stalkers are wicked scary!! I had one junior year of college that snuck into the dorms once to "watch me shower" and left all these really scary notes under my dorm room door....needless to say me and the DCPD became very well acquainted that semester.

Posted by: Dale at February 26, 2007 1:30 PM

Yup - being stalked is no fun. I have suffered through two (both girls) for me - although I think it was more emotional crazy than anything remotely sexual. Still I have stories and yes, my stomach still clenches when I see one or hear of the other.

Creepy drunk skanky rugby girl (#3) doesn't count because she actually listened when I said, "nope not going to happen".

Posted by: Michele at February 26, 2007 2:47 PM

Try having someone from the Delaware State Prison sending you stuff. Now THAT'S scary!

Posted by: Mike at February 26, 2007 3:31 PM

I used to have a stalker years ago back when I frequented the Eagle. He was always there, his eyes would light up when he saw me and he always maneuvered himself so that he was standing really close to me. I found his inablity to exhibit any social skills whatsoever actually quite amusing.

One night on the patio he decided to do the stand right in front of me thing while slowly gradually backing up into me. Just as he was about the point of his back leaning onto my chest, I whispered in his ear "Be REAL careful what you wish for dude..." He bolted upright as if he'd been shot and sped off the porch. And I never had a problem with him again. Heh.

Posted by: Andy at February 26, 2007 3:59 PM

That is such a cool picture.

Posted by: Sarah Jean at February 27, 2007 8:55 PM

Jimbo --

Did you notice that if you look really closely into the snowy canopy of tree branches -- YOU SEE THE FACE OF THE VIRGIN MARY scolding you for not shamelessly coming between Carl and his stalker and serving the stalker to a "stalk-down!"

I can't remember which Gospel it was (probably Luke) but Peter once did that for John (John, the Beloved, not John the Baptist) and you should have followed Peter (as you usually do).

Mary's watching!!!!!

Posted by: Phil at March 1, 2007 1:17 AM

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