I met a guy on a dating site that lived 4.5 hours North of me. We hit it off, and immediately planned a date despite the distance. It was supposed to be just a friend hang-out sorta thing to get to know each other. We decided to drive 6 hours South (of me, so 10.5 hours south of him) to see AFI and Green Day play in concert. Day of the date came, and he was at my house early. He drove his motorcycle the whole way, so he rented a car to drive to the concert. Everything was going well. Concert gets done, we drive back to my house. It's like 4 in the morning at this point, so I said he could sleep on my couch. He didn't seem creepy or anything at this point, in fact, he seemed pretty cool. Anyway, the next day, he couldn't get his motorcycle started. So I had to drive him all the way up to his house. Long-ass drive, but it was kinda my fault that he was stranded. Told him he could just leave his bike at my house for a few days until he could get a truck to haul it back home.
Then came the weird vibes. I told him that I wasn't interested in a relationship, but we could be friends. He wouldn't take no for an answer (over the phone). So he showed up at my house at 2 in the morning with flowers from a gas station. Apparently he owned a car, but it was also a POS. Begged me to reconsider. I told him no. He stayed in his car all night in my driveway. The next day, he wouldn't leave. He had spent the entire night texting me, switching from begging to threatening. At first, I was just annoyed, but his persistence and increasing threats made me worry that he would hurt me if I opened the door or let him in. I needed to leave for work, but he would not leave. He
demanded to see me. I repeatedly told him that I didn't want to see or talk to him, and to never contact me again. Told him I'd call the cops if he didn't leave.
He got out of his car and sat on my front porch for an hour. Kept texting things like, "I don't care. Call the cops. I'd crawl naked over hot coals to look into your beautiful eyes again." I called the police and explained the situation. It took them an hour to show up. He stayed on my porch the whole time. I had to call work, and tell them why I was late. Cops show up. Read all my text messages. They tell him to never contact me again. That he has one week to remove his motorcycle from the property, and when he comes to get it, to only take the bike and not try to talk to or see me. He finally leaves.
A few days go by, and he comes back. But again, just in his car, alone. He doesn't talk to me, but he
does put a cover over the bike. Leaves. He shows up again 3 days later, hauling a toolbox. He stays outside for a whole day working on the bike. Needless to say, I didn't leave the house that day. He doesn't come back for 2 months. I was about to call the cops and ask if I could get it hauled away or sell it, but I kept waiting because ... I dunno. I'm a good person, and I guess, even though he was super crazy, I just felt it was a shitty thing to do. Anyway, he comes back in a truck with a trailer and finally takes the thing away. He still contacted me through social media twice every year just to say that he was thinking about me until I blocked him completely.
Oh, you think the story's over? Not quite. The night that he stayed in my living room? Well, my computer was in there. And apparently he used it. Cause I got a huge virus and had one hell of a time getting it off. It was cause... dun dun dun... he installed a keylogger on it. And was searching for porn. While I was sleeping in the next room. His search terms were hilarious, though. He was googling, "big sexy tits," "girls with large boobs," "big breasts," etc. SERIOUSLY. What guy of 25 years old doesn't already know porn sites to go to directly or better porn descriptions than that???
Anyway, this whole situation was after we went on
ONE date and kissed. That's it. I can't even imagine how crazy he'd be if we had gotten serious!! Some good
did come of it, though. It caused me to purchase my first handgun.
For those of you who read this whole wall of text, kudos.