Yep -
Seven horrible months of being pursued, charmed, romanced, obsessed, then stalked by a 7’7" retired WCW pro-wrestler. The same guy who played Andy in Pee Wee’s Big Adventure.
It took a threat to be arrested, a restraining order, phone traces, and 2 1/2 years to FINALLY be rid of this guy.
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Hi Pat 
Yes, for awhile I was convinced I would be unable to have any more male friends. It got to a point where I said to one guy, “Ha-ha don’t fall in love with me.” He laughed then a few months later he confessed he felt as if he had. It was mostly when I was going through my tough time and was a bit of a basket case. I think some guys find that vulnerablity attractive. One story:
A guy-friend of mine was dating the daughter of the woman who ran my cafeteria in High School. I said to her one day," We have a friend in common." Her response? “So, you’re the one.” It seems he had taken her daughter to sit outside my house with a “That’s where SHE lives (longing sigh).” Creepy no?
No, puberty will do that to a guy. Middle-age will, too, but I don’t have the time to drive to Canada.
Oooh! And he was UGLY, too!
I have had more people than I care to count become obsessed with me. And I have never quite understood it. But hey, if they want to worship me, who am I to stop them, although you do wind up feeling a little bit bad because you know you are constantly hurting them, but then on the other hand you get a little annoyed because you know they need to get over it, and it throws people off a little bit to have power over someone else.
I had two, and they were both in high school, and they were both rather unattractive.
It seems that attractive, desirable people don’t need to obsess over anyone.
I ended up becoming pretty good friends with one after we moved away and she went to college and had a few real boyfriends. The other one was just nuts, and I met her mother, and that’s where she got it from.
** It seems that attractive, desirable people don’t need to obsess over anyone. **
Oh, that’s not true!
I have seen this many times…and most people have obsessed over SOMEONE at some point in their life.
Anyway, my theory is this-
One ends up obsessing over another person only if there isn’t a proper outlet to release those feelings.
If the object of one’s affection shows interest in the peron, they will most likely hang out and go bowling, watch a couple of flicks, maybe get laid…
and so you don’t NEED to drive past the person’s house, looking for their car, or writing pages and pages about the person in your journal, eat candy corn just because you know that SHE loves candy corn and it makes you feel closer to her, etc.
That’s also why the people YOU like never obsess over you.
There’s a 40-year-old man at work who is obsessed with me. I am nice to him (can’t be mean!) but definitely weirded out. He asked one friend is I was a virgin, another if she thought I would fuck him, and another if I had a crush on him or not. All three - NO! He sings to me - “Sarah, goddess of love” and says things like, “Be still my beating heart!” He has asked people when I was coming on for work, but when he is around me he is very shy. Apparently he is an alcoholic, besides the fact he is 21 years older than I.
Yesterday he asked a friend for my number. Thank God she told him she didn’t have it. The day he starts calling me is the day I go to Human Resources.
The worst part is, he is so shy and nice to my face that I can’t stand being mean. I flirt with a lot of people at work, but NOT him, which my friend pointed out to him. Well duh! If I don’t dlirt with you, chances are I am physically repulsed by your old age and alcoholism. Hmmm, ya think?
It’s not fun. It was flattering for about ten minutes, now I am just disgusted.
I can’t imagine being in a boy band (besides that I am a girl) and having millions of people obsessed, millions of girls buying clothes in baby blue because it’s my favorite color. I hate it.
Not so much as ugly, but big and scary! The part of the obsessed, jealous boyfriend (remember the waitress Simone?) he played in the movie wasn’t acting.
Things got so bad that he actually started to have delusions that we were married (hell, we were never boyfriend and girlfriend, let alone MARRIED). He even went so far as to sign his publicity photos as “Diamond Jack and Diane Hogan”. In his private life, he referred to me as Mrs. John Harris (his real name). He started telling people that my youngest son was his, which had to have been an amazing trick considering I meet him when my son was 6 years old!
When things started to get really bad and I began threatening a restraining order, the little cards that came with the dozens and dozens of flowers delivered every day changed from the “I really want to get to know you better” to “To my best friend” to “Please give me a chance” to “What can I do to make you love me?” to “Please talk to me” to the weirdest of all “Please let’s talk before you file for divorce, Your loving husband D.J.”
WTF!?!?!?!
Even after I was finally able to scare him out of Utah, he still called and begged to “come home”. I even got a phone call one night from a woman and her husband who were new friends of John. They told me that the night before he had sat up with them crying about how much his missed his wife and little boy. He told them that we were having a trial separation due to marital problems caused by him having to go on the road. He asked that they call and try to convince me into letting him come home. I told them the entire story about how he pursued me, then stalked me, and then grew delusional with the married thing. They were really shocked and apologized for calling. They also said they would try to convince him to get mental help.
Why would he have them call knowing that I would tell them the truth?
He continued to call and beg “his wife” to let him come home or threaten me with the “if I can’t have you no one can” thing. I had to have a tracer put on my telephone line and actions were being taken to have him arrested. It took over 2 years for him to stop calling. I think I still get hang up calls from him every now and then but I can’t be certain except that they come from payphones from the East coast.
For two years after he left State, I left the porch light, the kitchen light, and hall light on at night. My heart would stop everytime I heard a noise outside.
Two friends of mine who are Federal Agents and both hold 5th degree black belts, got to know John quite well since he would hang out with them at my office building waiting for me to get off work. At first they liked him but then saw the change in him and convinced me to let them teach me martial arts and self defense. In fact, one of the guys started teaching a self defense class in our health club because of my experience.
This helped me to overcome the fear I had for this guy and I can proudly say that I have slept with the lights off for 3 years now! 
This guy is not hard to miss. He is 7’7" and 400+ lbs and puts on his pro-wrestler persona whenever he is out in public. He lives (or used to) on the East coast (Maryland and Florida).
IF ANYONE HAS HAD ANY CONTACT WITH HIM PLEASE E-MAIL ME AT MY ADDRESS IN MY PROFILE.
Diane, he sounds ultra-creepy and nuts. Do you think it was a good idea to use real names in that story? I suppose he knows where you are already, but…
What is really sad is that Prozac, IN REAL BIG DOSES, helps a lot with obsessions and delusions. His, though, might be too strong.
Sad to say, Diane, but it sounds just like every other “I was stalked by a 7-foot-7, 400-pound former pro wrestler” story I’ve ever heard. So tragic, and so typical.
I’m not too worried about using his name because he doesn’t scare me anymore, besides he knows were I live and work already.
I didn’t think it mattered much since his real name can be found simply by watching the end credits of Pee Wee’s Big Adventure and his stage name is public knowledge, but if the Mods feel that it is inappropriate, I will understand if they edit my post.
I dunno, I think it will take a lot more than Prozac to help this guy.
Oy. Ancient thread.