Having a stalker is NOT fun.
As a sophomore in college, I had a freshman girl who briefly, thank God - about 2 weeks, became totally obsessed with me, despite the fact that I did everything I could to reason with/dissuade her politely. I literally could not use the bathroom in the dorm without worrying if she'd be waiting for me when I exited. It came to a very public head in the cafeteria where I thought I was going to have to take her down to prevent her from attacking my (then) girlfriend. It was very bad. She later self-destructed through incessant indiscriminant sexual activity.
As a senior in college, I had a gay guy who made advances to me. When I politely declined (several times), he became angry with me. His anger escalated over several months to the point where he would "ambush" me in public venues (cafeteria, etc) and loudly abuse me. It got to the point where college administration had to step in and told his parents to get him therapy for his anger or don't come back.
I was never/am not any sort of UT swim guy stud-muffin type, so they must have been math groupies.
Bad memories that I had pretty well repressed until reading this thread.
-LBJ
Having a stalker is NOT fun.
As a sophomore in college, I had a freshman girl who briefly, thank God - about 2 weeks, became totally obsessed with me, despite the fact that I did everything I could to reason with/dissuade her politely. I literally could not use the bathroom in the dorm without worrying if she'd be waiting for me when I exited. It came to a very public head in the cafeteria where I thought I was going to have to take her down to prevent her from attacking my (then) girlfriend. It was very bad. She later self-destructed through incessant indiscriminant sexual activity.
As a senior in college, I had a gay guy who made advances to me. When I politely declined (several times), he became angry with me. His anger escalated over several months to the point where he would "ambush" me in public venues (cafeteria, etc) and loudly abuse me. It got to the point where college administration had to step in and told his parents to get him therapy for his anger or don't come back.
I was never/am not any sort of UT swim guy stud-muffin type, so they must have been math groupies.
Bad memories that I had pretty well repressed until reading this thread.
-LBJ
