This is a quick, hasty account of a psycho stalker. I’m glad the SDMB is here for this purpose, and I hope some of you understand the rage I’m still feeling. I will try to clarify my rough thoughts later…
Let’s see. Sitting in my local bar, he offers me a drink, we talk about this and that. After a while I point out a weakness. As a lawyer who knows something about the local landlord tenant law, he is at risk of a lawsuit because of an illegal sublet. Huge argument ensues and doesn’t relent. But later he says that he’s like a child, who pulls the ponytails of the girls he likes. He doesn’t usually like girls and he likes me. That’s nice, I say. More arguing, and I tolerate too much from such an asshole. Everyone is for sale is his basis for understanding everything. After a couple more drinks, he starts acting nice, which I comment on: “You’re drunk.” Then he puts his hand on my leg and I tell him I don’t like it. Friendly and all that. He makes a deal out of it. It escalates to something. He starts ranting about how I shouldn’t act that way, considering he had bought me drinks. OH MY GOD. Let me ask you something, how were you raised… what would your mother say if she heard how you were talking to me? How dare you bring my mother into this! No no no I’m asking you a real question – what would your mother say? Fuck you! I bought you drinks and now you’re talking to me like this??!! You’re nothing but a fucking whore!
Well, I must excuse myself for under-reacting. So I brought it upon myself. The loser apologized, but continued throwing a fit, then found some girls who would put up with him. He explained everything I had done, talking shit, loudly, for my benefit. “She thinks she knows more about law than me, just because she’s gone to law school!” Oh dear. It’s a bit distracting really, but I carry on talking to some people I know. Later he comes to the bar and lingers. I ask for a cigarette and he says no way. Why not? He says something stupid and returns to the girls and explains that I asked for a cigarette and he said no. Bragging about how childish he acted. (Who are these girls who are finding this interesting?) Later the girls leave and it’s just him, me, and my friends. I ask for a cigarette, and he doesn’t realize that I’m doing him a favor at this point. He can offer me a cigarette without wounding his pride and all is well. I offer him to play in the stupid childish game we’re all playing. But no, he wants an apology for his hurt feelings. So I actually give it (!), because why not? He’s acting like a child and I want it to go way. I say I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. That wasn’t my intention. He seems to appreciate it. OK, we’re not treating him like the asshole he is. But it’s 5 am and the bartender (a woman, a friend) wants to go. Goodnight Tony (the asshole). What me? I have to go? Yeah. There’s three of us, and it’s clear he has to go first. I’m sure as hell not leaving until he’s gone. I say goodnight, I’m going to the ladies room then I’m gone. He follows me to the bathroom saying some shit, and I just say no. He convinced the bartender that I said he was going to walk me home. When I return she asks me, I say no and he’s gone. He had left $20! Yahoo she got a good tip! She pours me another drink and we unwind to talk about what an asshole he was. He reappears, wanting his $20. Fair enough. She says Lock the door after him. Of course. As he leaves he says oh why lock the door, and I say well, there’s just the two of us and we better be careful and he says YEAH SINCE YOU’RE SUCH A WHORE! Oh yeah, I say. WHAT DID YOU SAY?? He charges at the door. I’m locking it as he’s pushing and the bartender is coming after him screaming how the fuck dare you try to enter my bar you fucker. So we close the door and he stands there for about a half an hour. Eventually he walks away. But he circles around for another hour and a half. That fucking fucker.
That fucking fucker. Loser, acting like child. Who believes that when he doesn’t get his way with a woman it’s OK to threaten her. Thinking that someone like me would be threatened. Thinking that someone like the bartender would fucking allow him to get away with it. When both of us are bigger than him and either one of us could take him out. And neither one of us would fucking think twice about it. I was a bit disappointed when he wasn’t around when we left. Funny though, we thought the coast was clear, but we spied him waiting at the corner diner. But that was it. Fucking loser. Thinks he can intimidate women because we’re physically weaker than him. But funny, because in this case we weren’t.
Damn, I was wishing we would have had the chance.
