The Nice Girls Guide to Getting Rid of Stalkers

When I was 19 and single it was as if every guy and their dads wanted to wisp me away. I was a sweet catch. Not to gloat or even brag, but I had a nice body, a pretty face, and a rock hard body. However at 19, I was still a virgin. Unbelievable to some, but it's true, not every good looking chick is a sex machine. I preferred to wait for someone worth giving myself away to. I enjoyed being single, I didn't really want to be bothered by guys and their pressure to give up my big V to them. I wanted to save it for marriage, or at least someone I knew I could trust with my heart, my soul, and my well being.
It seemed though that I couldn't even go outside to smoke a cigarette without some guy named Bret, Chad, Mike or Dean asking me if I wanted to go out to dinner! Did I look like an easy lay? Did I look interested? No! I wanted to most of the time cuss them out and tell them to go screw themselves. But I was a nice girl, and nice girls can be mean on paper and letters, but we have this extremely difficult time being nasty to someones face. Why? I don't know.
I would gather phone numbers daily, and give out fake ones in return. Yet some guys who picked up my fake number at my job would come back with stupid lines such as ' I think you accidentally gave me a wrong number.'
I know they knew though, they had to of known I gave them a fake one on purpose. Yet here they were a week later, pretending as if they didn't know. Was I that cute? Was I worth them swallowing their pride? Did I reek of virgin territory and did they want the first dip? Why on earth would they come back and re-ask me for my number.
I was too shy though to get rude and tell them 'No buddy, I gave you the wrong damn number because I didn't want to converse with your stank face.' But no, instead I would give them another number. This time my cousins, she was trained in saying I wasn't home, even though I didn't live there. She would tell me that such and such called 4 times, and still isn't getting a clue. I shrugged, I didn't care, it wasn't as if I was breaking any hearts, these sex sniffers didn't even know me. Nor did I care to allow them to get to know me, and I truly didn't want to get to know them either.
But as a nice girl working in a mall, you find that quickly other employees in the palace take notice to your tiny toosh, and cute face. Before you know it you are surrounded by a whole slew of pigs trying to crack jokes with you, and trying to get you to open up to them. I, however had no interest in getting to know these boys. No interest what so ever. Some though, didn't seem to get a hint, some would keep on appearing out of nowhere.
There was one guy in particular who started off by asking me my birthday. I figured there was no harm in telling him, and boy did that way of thinking backfire. Months went by, and a few days before my birthday this freak, this freak of a man, who obviously had a stiffie for me, and whacked off to my face in his imagination brought me a gift.
I was not expecting it, because he had not bothered me much anymore after that. A simple hi, and bye, have a good day type of relationship. Never had I even told him anything about me. This guy bought me jewelry. An emerald bracelet, ring, and necklace set. All 24 karat. Little did he know that I hated emeralds, and that his gift just sickened me. Being the nice girl I am though, I accepted this present, with a thank-you. I knew from there on out I would have to keep an open eye out for this weirdo. I knew his 'gift' meant more than just Happy Birthday. His gifts hidden meaning spoke sick words to me. His gift meant that I owed him something. I could tell by his giddy smile, and glowing eyes when I gave a fake smile.
His gift however also ended up in Modesta's pocket. Modesta was a co-worker of mine. I gladly handed over the expensive jewels. I wanted nothing to do with them, nor did I ever want a reminded of his greasy face if I were to ever wear these jewels.
I managed to avoid him for about a week, and suddenly I watch by my storefront window as he pulls up in his car. When he showed up at my job, I would simply slip into the back office room, and my lovely co-workers would tell him I wasn't working. This time however he must have staked the place out from some corner parking lot, and saw that I was in fact at work. Not only that he arrived bearing a bouquet of flowers. What the hell was this freaks issue? Why is he trying to shower me with idiotic gifts like this? I was no way going to give this loser the time of day. He could come bearing diamonds for all I cared, this SOB was about to be denied.
When Modesta told him I wasn't there, he actually had the nerve to mention that he had seen me. I didn't care, I sat in the back hiding, waiting for this monster to leave with some a little friggin dignity.
Nope, he then begins to shout out my name. Finally jerk boy gets the hint. I'm hiding! Derrrr!!! He leaves the flowers with Modesta. Boy was she collecting this month.
I had not seen him in days, and finally one day while out on my break this animal peels into our parking lot while I'm having a cigarette. My heart felt like throwing up, I knew there was nowhere to hide. This was the final face-off. I had to let this jerk know, I wanted nothing to do with him, and that his crazed behavior would not even allow me to consider him, or someone remotely like him a friend.
He pulled up, with a big puss on his face, as if I had done something to anger him. It was obvious this guy was a god damn loony toon. He was treating this situation as if I already was his girlfriend. Yet I had never had a conversation with him besides 'welcome to McDonald's, have a good day... yadda yadda... crud like that.
But here he was, standing before me, arms crossed, looking like a pathetic poor excuse for a human. He says to me, 'Melissa, I know you have been ignoring me. But I really am in love with you.' -That line right there said it all. This guy was mentally unstable. He is in love with me why? Someone fill me in...
I gave him a dirty look, and I knew the look broke his heart. Awe too bad. I was done being nice. I felt as if my life, and my own personal safety was at risk at this point, and I had to get rid of this creature before things escalated into something worse. He then asked me why I was being mean, why I was shooting dirty looks, and why I was ignoring him.
I had to come clean, and speak my mind, and what came from my mouth was far from nice. You see it takes a real lot to make a nice girl mad, but when you do, you would be very, very surprised at just how evil we can be. Even after insulting him, and telling him he was old enough to be my father, he still gave it one last shot. 'At least let me take you out dancing, just once. Maybe then you will see that you do have feelings for me. I can sense you do.'
Holy Christ, he was crazier than I first imagined. He was downright out of his mind. I threw my cigarette butt still lit, at his face and told him to F-off, that he knew nothing about me, nor did I care to let him know about me. I told him I wished to no longer see his face prowling around my job, nor do I want people to even associate me with him.
It took a great big spue of mean words turned wicked and evil threatening hateful and hurtful words for this freak to finally walk away from me. Finally I felt free and satisfied. The nice girl actually enjoyed being mean.
After ridding myself of that whack job, another one quickly filled his shoes. This one thought I liked him. God his was disgusting. Every day he would come into my job to place an order, and I would catch him smiling at me, for no particular reason. This made me want to throw up in the fry vat, then serve it to him. He was old, balding, and fat. Why he thought he even stood a chance was beyond me. But it didn't stop him.
He would come into my job daily, and just smile. I didn't mind though, so long as his creepy smiles never ventured into anything else besides that. However once I was out of my job, and outside on break guys seemed to think it was an open invitation to come and sit by me. You see I would occupy the bench outside of Tanger mall. I always picked the same bench, even though there were 100's of others around. I choose this one.
Guys seemed to think I was lonely, because I would sit there alone, smoking a cigarette. Sometimes my cousin was with me, but it did not stop these perverts from plopping their fat butts down trying to pick me up. This bald freak did just that. His famous pick up line was, 'Wow, yer even perdier on the other side of the counter'. God what a moron. I did not want to even smile at this freak, he seemed dangerous, and slightly loose in the head. I gave a nervous laugh, and got up from my seat, and walked away with my cousin.
The next day though, armed with just me and a smoke, no cousin this time, bald freak thought it was the perfect time to make a move. Once again, he sat his fat lard behind down next to me. This time instead of saying hello, he went to squeeze the side of my hips so I would jump.
That was it! Who the hell did he think he was!? Putting his god damn hands on me like that! I jumped up and yelled at him, and basically screamed at the top of my lungs to never, ever touch me again. People passing by even began staring, and I watched as fatso became so reddo.
I then went into my job to tell my mom who was the store manager at the time, to keep this freak away from me. Thank God for overprotective moms. The next time he came in he got a hollering at by mommy dearest, and wanted to apologize to me. I however was in no mood to hear it. Never in my life has someone laid there hands on me without my consent. I didn't even know this man, and why he would put his hands on me was beyond any reasons I could explain. Did he truly think I would like it? Did he think I would giggle like a school girl? What the hell!?
On my break, he snuck up out of nowhere. I moved away so I could go back inside to get away from him. This freak was intimidating me. I could not even sit down outside during my break without thinking this pervert would sneak up on me trying to snuggle me or something.
So I went into my job, and snuck out a back entrance to finish my cigarette. This pain in my butt was really getting on my nerves. But he was a different type of stalker, he was the first stalker I had ever had that actually put his filthy paws on me.
I puffed away and heard the bathrooms back entrance open. Had this freak known I snuck to the back of the building? Yup, he sure did! My heart began to swim, and my head felt like it was spinning. I didn't know what could happen. I was in the back, and usually NO ONE comes out back. He could have done anything and no one would of heard me scream.
I hesitated, and placed my hand back on my back door. I opened it up, and as I did he began to apologize, and how 'we' had gotten off on the wrong foot. What does he mean 'we'. I hadn't gotten off on any foot, nor did I want to even get to know this foot BS he spoke of.
I gave him a dirty look, and walked back into my building. Phew.
Of course he was able to stalk me out easily everyday from there on out. He knew there were only 2 places for me to slip away to. My bench, or the back door, to have my cigarette. I was getting sick and tired of spending my time indoors and not having my smoke everyday because of this man. This man who knew my break time, and knew where to find me. He wold come into my job everyday 3 times a day, for breakfast, lunch and dinner. No wonder he was so fat. Every time he would smile, and I would ignore him.
Once the weather got nicer, and he became less of a threat. I figured going outside to have a smoke would be safe. Nope, he sniffed me out like a dog in heat. I ignored him, as he sat down near me and began whipping up his own conversation about how dead it has been in his store. His store eh? Turned out this freak worked somewhere else in the mall. This was actually a good thing to know, because if I had another issue with him I would simply call tanger corp and have him fired for sexual harassment.
I let him sit there talking to himself, and didn't so much as say a word. He then asked me if I wanted to go to Apple Bees with him. Hah! Fat chance buddy. I declined nicely, and went about my way. I figured if I told him to get bent nicely, he was old enough to get the picture. Turns out the older they are the more likely they are to be scary stalkers.
A few months went by and I went about ignoring him like I always had, and then one day out of nowhere while I was leaning up against a wall, he comes up and squeezed my lower hips again!
I let him have it, I yelled once again, and basically told him that this was twice, and I yelled at him the first time not to do it. His reply was that, he thought we were friends now, and I would of thought it was funny.
Once that came out of his mouth, the nasty girl took over. I cussed him out, called him every fat name I could think of, corrected him on how he thought I was friends, and so on. My cousin bless her soul was also present with me at this time, and the entire time she was laughing her butt off in his face. She also added in a few words about how he looked like he was 50, and how he thought a young girl like me might want him was just hilarious.
Mad props to my girl! Haha. As cruel of words that flowed from my mouth and hers it was something that was a long time coming. I should have been as nasty as possible, instead of ignoring him thinking he would get the hint. He didn't get the hint until he got bashed, and had whatever self-esteem he had left in his fat body smashed to bits.
He never, ever bothered me again. He also stopped coming into my job all together. Nothing a few cuss words from a nice girls mouth couldn't take care of.
Being nice, and not wanting to hurt someones feelings is not the best way to go when dealing with a potentially dangerous person. If you notice early signs of stalking be nasty, be downright nasty. This is the only, only way you can get a stalker off of your tail. You may as well get them to dislike you as early as possible. The more time they spend staring at you and smiling at you, the more they want to get closer to you. Before you know it, you have them seeking you out, you have them 'coincidentally' running into you in stores, and you have them appearing out of nowhere almost everywhere you go. It is not a coincidence, they ARE following you. Not noticing odd coincidence like this early could lead you into some big trouble. I'm not saying you WILL be raped, or killed, but never, ever doubt a sickos mind. He is crazy enough to be following you, who is to say he is not crazy enough to take advantage of you, or put you into a body bag?
-When you notice the same person popping up, ask them why the F they keep following you!
-If you notice someone smiling that nasty perverted smile, ask them rudely what the hell they are looking at!
-If someone asks you for your phone number, don't be kind and lead them on with fakes. Tell them you have a boyfriend, and that you wouldn't be interested in them anyway. Even when you tell a perv that you have a boyfriend, that does not stop them from hounding you. Let them know they are NOT your type, even if you have to be rude about it. Be rude!
-If a guy buys you a gift, give it back. Tell them you don't want to owe them anything, nor do you wish to accept gifts from strange people. If they still insist tell them you will throw it out. Do this in front of them. They need to get the hint.
-If he still comes around, and you begin to feel intimidated call the cops. Let them know that you wish to no longer have this person harassing you. Sexual harassment is not just sexual gestures. Let them know that if they do not stop bothering you, you will call the cops. Usually this is more than enough to scare them away, and you never actually have to call the cops.
Strange stares that make you uncomfortable are also classified under sexual harassment. If they still come around you can then get an order of protection on this person. Usually this is enough to keep that stranger/stalker away.
The best advice though, that I can give to a nice girl when dealing with someone who does not stop bothering them is to be rude, be nasty, and do not sugar coat it. I have learned that the moment I laugh in their face, they get the hint and I never see their mugs again.
Nice girls, let us join hands and embrace the inner demons. Do not be afraid to let your horns grow, and your sharp teeth to bite. Do not spare some strange perverts feelings, for your own personal safety.