Well, I never thought this would happen to me but I officially have a stalker. And its ruining my life already.
I decided to go to a couple church activities to get to know more people out here, because people in the FX world are hard to deal with sometimes and can actually be pretty mean. So, like I said, I went to church, and a Family home evening activity. I met a boy there, He's a new convert to the church, has sleeve tattoos, kinda quiet, but seemed nice. I usually tend to gravitate toward people like that naturally, so we started talking a little bit during those two activities. By the end of the second activity (FHE) he was really friendly and asking me to stay and play volleyball with everyone. I had already told another group of kids in the ward I would go out to dinner with them, they invited me first.
I felt bad about it, So I found him on Instagram, added him and told him sorry lol. We started talking, and he asked if we could hang out sometime. I have been kind of getting desperate for friends, as moving to a new state completely alone can really freaking suck. So we hung out on Wednesday. He picked me up in his Tahoe, and we drove to a random place chalk full of dirt mountains and desert land. It was cool, the moon was full and it casted a really pretty light down on these mini mountains.
But the longer I hung out with this kid the weirder things started to get. Right when I got into the car, I knew he was nervous. He was speaking a million miles an hour, and rambling like Ive never heard before. It didn't bother me at first, like I said, I just thought he was nervous. But as the night progressed, things started getting stranger and stranger.
We found a paved road on a hill and sat down, we had a great view of the moon and we talked for a while. He kept trying to hold my hand and touch me in any way he could, but I kept telling him to ease up because I didn't even know him. He listened for a little bit, told me his life story, and ill admit its a really sad and messed up one. It made me hurt just thinking about some of the abuse he has had to take, and I empathized with him. After his stories were over, he turns to me and stares at me for a good 15 seconds before saying "I've seen this before."
I ask him what he meant, and he replies "I've had a dream about this night before, with the woman of my dreams, but she never had a face...until now" I just stared at him, what the hell do you say back to that? I've known this kid for like 10 hours? I laughed it off, and started talking about other things. We got on the topic of mormonism and how I felt about it. I told him how I really want to start getting back in church and get back on track with things, and he cuts me off to say the most terrifying things I have ever heard.
"I could definitely see us getting married. and soon. Well, not soon, I would wait at least 2 months before we got engaged. But I definitely see a future with us." My eyes Bulged out of my head. "What??" Then he says "I like you. But I hate having competition with other guys so I need to know that you like me and only me, I don't want you dating anyone else. I need to be able to call you mine." This kid is a freak.
The whole way back to the car he was talking about how I need to be his and how our kids would be so cute, how he believes in love at first sight and the moment he laid eyes on me he "knew" I was special and he fell for me, etc. I was silent through most of it with the occasional awkward laugh thrown in to break up the tension. I had no idea what to do. Is this kid going to murder me?
We get in the car and he starts playing tons of Emo/Screamo songs that "remind him of me" and I had to sit there and listen, acting like I was interested in this shit. Finally, he listens to me and decides to take me home because I had work at 4:30 am. He drops me off, says he misses me already, and by this point I can't get out of the car fast enough. I walk up the stairs to my apartment and...its locked...and...I forgot that I left my keys inside. Usually my roommate leaves the door unlocked so I didn't think to take my keys. F*CK.
I go back down the stairs and of course this weirdo is still waiting there for me for some reason. I tell him what happened, and we try to figure it out. My roommate wouldn't answer the door, the banging on his window, calls or texts. I was completely locked out and had work in just a few hours. So, unfortunately I had to sleep in his car with him in the UFC gym parking lot. But we all know I didn't sleep. No way. 5:45 am rolls around and I tell him thanks and goodbye, and I start my eternally long 8 hour work shift. I want to cry. I have already been up for 24 hours at this point, and I'm exhausted.
I get through about 5 hours of my shift and I can't take it anymore I'm so tired. I ask to go home and they let me, except I almost had to walk 5.5 miles home, because my keys were in the apartment. Luckily I got a ride home from Carlos, and I texted my roommate to leave the door unlocked for me when he went to work. I got home at about 10:30 am, and crashed HARD until 5 or 6 pm. I woke up to 30 text messages and 6 missed calls. I was so confused, but as I read I realized what had happened.
THIS CRAZY ASS STALKING GUY literally came into my work after I left (about 3:00 pm) and was asking the Manager where I was. My manager thought he was creepy so he wouldn't tell him, and after leaving my work, apparently he freaked out and sent me all those messages asking where I was, who I was with, why I wasn't at work, etc. I was shocked, scared, and pissed the hell off. Who does he think he is coming into my work like that? I let him know real quick that if he ever did that shit again he would regret it.
I don't know what to do, this guy is in my ward, he knows where I work, where I live, my name, he has everything he needs. Im genuinely scared that he's not going to leave me alone. Im going to talk to my bishop about it this Sunday and hopefully he will have some good insight on what to do. But seriously, I can't catch a break. Ever since I moved here my life has been insane. lol.
So theres that.
I follow you on Instagram and I just found your blog and read everything since you moved to Cali and all I can say is, holy shit. Your life doesn't even sound real. You could make it into a TV series and I would probably watch it religiously.
ReplyDeletehahah I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought my life could be a TV series. Im glad I have a follower lol. Thank you:)
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