Being stalked is NOT fun.
Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:49 am
Yoli here,
I've discovered that I am being, well, I WAS being, stalked when I went downtown to the office over the past few weeks. This is about the fourth such episode in my life and it's something you do NOT become accustomed to or blase' about. Frankly, it's chilling at best, terrifying at worst.
I'd been having a feeling of being watched when I parked my car in those wee hours of the mornings when I scoot downtown, do my office duties, then blast off for less congested environs before the AM rush reaches insane proportions.
Well, as it happens, one of the other employees in the building parks within sight of my reserved slot and he also does the early bird thing. Over the last few weeks he noticed that sometimes, after I parked and wiggled over to the elevator, a fellow appeared from "nowhere" and left rather hastily.
Initially, this guy shrugged it off but then he began to get a bit suspicious. He made it a point to be alert when he parked and began to wait a while, himself kind of hiding, to see if I showed up. If I didn't he went about his business.
This was pretty special in that I don't hit the office more than once or twice a week, but always at the same time. I also depart within rarely more than 20 minutes after arrival.
Please remember that I am alone when I park; alone on the 'vator OR the two flights of stairs I sometimes use, and alone in the corridors and office.
Anyway, this morning I made it downtown at a little before 5:30 AM, parked, and was proceeding to the elevator when I was VERY startled by a ruckus not far from where I park.
I had just reached into my purse and taken out my little friend (See: GUN!) when the fellow I have mentioned and another guy dragged someone out from where he'd been watching me as he did you-can-guess to his you-know-what. They told me that security was on the way and that all was OK.
I must say that for two business-suit clad fellows to have rather severely handled the creep was sort of amusing. The guy who originally become suspicious is in his 50s and his cohort is in his 30s...whatta team!
Twice during the brief wait for security to show the creep tried to rise and flee...BIG mistake! When a highly polished wingtip-shod foot just "happened" to arrive between his legs he decided to stay put.
As the two wonderful Neanderthals from security dragged him past me on the way to the elevator the cretin looked right at me and mumbled "I wouldn't hurt you. I love you." Awwwwwwwwww.
So, the PD arrived and took over but not before, according to the security troops, the guy confessed that he's been "admiring" me for nearly two months!
He is not some street bum, not at all. He lives in a nice downtown apartment and actually works in the building that adjoins ours (We share parking.) Well, he might need to file a change of address...C/O Texas Dept. Of Corrections.
From now on I'm going to alert security when I am headed in, just as I used to do when that capable female plainclothes security amazon was on our "beat". Some may remember that she and I came close to some fun and/or games a while back. Well, I called her from the office and told her what had happened. Now she's taken the day off and is on the way to meet me at the Cracker Barrel to "comfort me"...Hmmm. I think I'll OD on pancakes!
Well, off to the "Barrel".
Love to all from still-shakey Yoli.
Forget the kawfeeeeee! Another Bloody Mary! (But Ash[leigh] is outta town...sniff.) Truthfully, I'm finishing my second vodka and OJ as I type.
I've discovered that I am being, well, I WAS being, stalked when I went downtown to the office over the past few weeks. This is about the fourth such episode in my life and it's something you do NOT become accustomed to or blase' about. Frankly, it's chilling at best, terrifying at worst.
I'd been having a feeling of being watched when I parked my car in those wee hours of the mornings when I scoot downtown, do my office duties, then blast off for less congested environs before the AM rush reaches insane proportions.
Well, as it happens, one of the other employees in the building parks within sight of my reserved slot and he also does the early bird thing. Over the last few weeks he noticed that sometimes, after I parked and wiggled over to the elevator, a fellow appeared from "nowhere" and left rather hastily.
Initially, this guy shrugged it off but then he began to get a bit suspicious. He made it a point to be alert when he parked and began to wait a while, himself kind of hiding, to see if I showed up. If I didn't he went about his business.
This was pretty special in that I don't hit the office more than once or twice a week, but always at the same time. I also depart within rarely more than 20 minutes after arrival.
Please remember that I am alone when I park; alone on the 'vator OR the two flights of stairs I sometimes use, and alone in the corridors and office.
Anyway, this morning I made it downtown at a little before 5:30 AM, parked, and was proceeding to the elevator when I was VERY startled by a ruckus not far from where I park.
I had just reached into my purse and taken out my little friend (See: GUN!) when the fellow I have mentioned and another guy dragged someone out from where he'd been watching me as he did you-can-guess to his you-know-what. They told me that security was on the way and that all was OK.
I must say that for two business-suit clad fellows to have rather severely handled the creep was sort of amusing. The guy who originally become suspicious is in his 50s and his cohort is in his 30s...whatta team!
Twice during the brief wait for security to show the creep tried to rise and flee...BIG mistake! When a highly polished wingtip-shod foot just "happened" to arrive between his legs he decided to stay put.
As the two wonderful Neanderthals from security dragged him past me on the way to the elevator the cretin looked right at me and mumbled "I wouldn't hurt you. I love you." Awwwwwwwwww.
So, the PD arrived and took over but not before, according to the security troops, the guy confessed that he's been "admiring" me for nearly two months!
He is not some street bum, not at all. He lives in a nice downtown apartment and actually works in the building that adjoins ours (We share parking.) Well, he might need to file a change of address...C/O Texas Dept. Of Corrections.
From now on I'm going to alert security when I am headed in, just as I used to do when that capable female plainclothes security amazon was on our "beat". Some may remember that she and I came close to some fun and/or games a while back. Well, I called her from the office and told her what had happened. Now she's taken the day off and is on the way to meet me at the Cracker Barrel to "comfort me"...Hmmm. I think I'll OD on pancakes!
Well, off to the "Barrel".
Love to all from still-shakey Yoli.
Forget the kawfeeeeee! Another Bloody Mary! (But Ash[leigh] is outta town...sniff.) Truthfully, I'm finishing my second vodka and OJ as I type.
