Do you remember saddle shoes, poodle skirts, pony tails and pink shoe laces?
Remember all of those old movies where the hero determinedly persues the love of his life through thick and thin even though she first rejects him? Remember the old Jerry Lewis movies where he pulled all sorts of things to get the apple of his eye to fall for him? Remember when the girl would get mad at the dream boat and give him the cold shoulder and he would send her flowers, and gifts and love letters and candy and call her at all hours of the night and even sneak up to her window in her folks home to wake her up with a little gravel and have a pleading talk with her?
Remember how the guy would park across from her house and mournfully stare at her window for most of the night?
Remember how, in the end, they won their loves back, how the girls just loved being chased after, making him sweat a bit or prove that he really loved them?
Remember that aspect of romance once so popular?
So, when did it become stalking? A guy can get his butt in trouble if he does any of that now.
I once broke up with a girl and drove by her house, called her up to try to talk to her and she coldly informed me that she was going to have me arrested for stalking. So, not liking the idea of jail, I stopped. Some time later, when I bumped into her, we talked, and she said she had been waiting for me to romantically bang on her window one night or come charging up to her door to say I loved her – and, as I reeled in my jaw from where it hit the table – I pointed out to her that she had threatened to have me arrested. Her reply was that she didn’t mean it. She said she had been so disappointed that I had not ‘gone after her.’
I was glad I’d found someone else.
So, have we gone to far with stalking laws when an enamored boyfriend can’t try to woo his lady back?