I am quite disturbed to find myself in a position where it is necessary to write a letter like this. But I can not keep quiet any longer. I am beginning to realise that I am not just being paranoid but that you are indeed stalking me. One word: STOP!
I have to admit that initially i was a tad flattered. Please note…a TAD! My friend and I were shopping around for a bike, for him. He let me tag along as I have a motorbike fetish, plus I’d be able to give him an objective, purely female view on how the bike looked, and how he looked on the bike. Visiting all the different bike shops was fun, and by the time we got to your dealership i was in a happy and carefree mood.
I suppose you guys must have found it quite entertaining and surprising to see a smashing young lady in her power suit, stiletto shoes and perfect hairdo jumping on every single bike you own, including the quads! Your initial interest was sweet and flattering, and had i known what it would result in I would have been a super biatch right from the start. But since i tend to see the best in people and situations, and i didn’t expect to be rewarded for my niceness quite like this, i smiled and chatted like normal.
It started out innocent enough, but then you managed to get our company’s telephone number from my friends finance application. The first call was odd, but not entirely freaky. You invited me to go on a breakfast run the following Saturday. A part of me was dying to go as i knew exactly which bike we would be allowed to take, but my rational and uber logical mind stayed in control and I graciously refused.
Unfortunately my obvious signs of disinterest and eventual disgust did not register. You kept on phoning….more than once a day. Then the other day you suddenly started calling me on my cellphone. I would just love to know how the hell you got my number!! cause my friend sure as hell didn’t give it to you. This problem was solved easily enough by just barring your number. But today took the cake!
You know in which area I live!!!!! and since it’s no where near my place of work, the only explanation is that you followed me. You followed me??? WTF?????? who gave you the right?? *trying really hard not to admit how downright scared and freaked out I am*
Dude, seriously….this has got to stop. I swear, the next time you phone or the next time i even suspect that you might be following me..I’ll set the police on your ass! I said it to you over the phone and now I’m putting it in writing, trust me….i have the cops on speed dial. Just back off!!!