A few years ago, I dated a man who became too attached. Possessive, Tom completely lost it when I broke up with him. So much so that he drove quite a distance to my house to convince me to take him back, and called me a million times when I didn’t respond to his pleads.
So it’s no surprise that I spotted his parked car on a random day while I walked my dogs. I squinted and saw Tom in the drivers seat. He was dangerously close to my house. A few moments later, he drove away and sped off. What on earth was he doing around here?!
I never contacted him as I didn’t want to open up that can of worms. Plus, there had been no more run ins. I did notice that he kept “checking in” on Facebook to all of my neighborhood locales. . But, that wasn’t as odd as what I saw next: Tom announced on Facebook that he was transferring to my school. I brushed it off. It’s just a coincidence, it must be, I reasoned.
More time passed and no peep from Tom. His birthday came around and I was stupid enough to text him a friendly, harmless “happy birthday.” I should’ve known better.
“Hey, thank you so much!! I was hoping to hear from you,” he wrote back.
“No problem!” I responded.
The next morning I woke up to a “good morning, Christina.” From Tom. I quickly bid him good morning just to be friendly. But the conversation continued, and Tom soon shared that he was “catching a few rays at the park.” The park across the street from my house. I jumped out of bed and looked out of my terrace. There was Tom, sitting on a bench in a bright red shirt. He was hard to miss.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I was just in the neighborhood.” Um, Tom lived super far away. I panicked. I wanted him to leave. I had things to do and I didn’t want to confront him. I waited. A few minutes later, I looked out the window again and he was gone. I’m in the clear, I thought.
I left my place and ran downstairs only to see him standing at the gate of my building. I screamed on the inside.
“Hey there, Christina!” he said as he walked up to hug me. Don’t hug me.
“I have to go,” I said quickly, “take care.” I walked away quickly and he followed.
“Can I give you a ride somewhere?” Tom asked.
“Oh, no thanks! I’m just going to my friends house a few blocks away.” I replied, walking faster now.
“I’ll walk you!” He caught up to me. “You still smell the same,” he added while walking beside me, keeping up with my fast pace.
We finally arrived at my friend’s place and he went on his way. But, the following Monday he text me while I walked my dogs and asked if I wanted to hang out.
“I’m actually around, what street are you on?” he asked. Before I could reply, Tom turned a corner and approached me. I screamed on the inside (again), especially after he offered to help me with my dogs. I know what happens with stalkers and animals. Hello, Fatal Attraction! So I declined his offer. Instead, I told Tom I felt really uncomfortable with us “running into each other” all the time. He said he understood. Till then, I’m keeping my dogs close.