Pussy Stalker is Georgina's "Dude," or shall I say former "Dude." His real name is Adam Stone. This freak-of-nature has been stalking me since junior year in college.
So many pieces of the puzzle have connected since he's resurfaced. Remember the Grape Bubble Yum story? Well, he was in attendance when I told the story many moons ago. He's also the one who recently taped the Grape Bubble Yum to my door. Adam attended the same college a year ahead of me, different major. We met one night at a mutual friends party, and I gave him my number. He seemed cool, but then he called, and called, and called, and called, I think you get it. In the first week alone he called 23 times, and I never spoke to him. After three calls, I decided he was too pushy and stalkerish and did not return any of his calls. This pissed him off, he couldn't handle the rejection. He found out where I lived and would leave gifts at my door, and one of those gifts was a copy of the film, "Sid & Nancy." He compared their tumultuous relationship to our relationship, even though one never existed. One night while coming home from school, he was standing in front of my building. He threw a can of mace at me and said, "to protect yourself from people like me," quickly walking away while demonically laughing. That was it, he was freaking me the fuck out. He wrote many bizarre letters that were very disturbing. Oh and there's the cd he made with fifteen songs that he wrote and recorded about our (fake) relationship. I think the point of no return was when he wrote a poem with cut-out letters from magazines and newspapers that connected us together as blood lovers. What's next, is he going to kill me? His actions were reminding me of a serial killer. I had to get a restraining order against him, and I was told he was sent to a mental institution. He was gone and I was able to live life. Well, at least I thought so, until now...
He used Georgina to connect with me, and I feel bad and saddened for her unknowing involvement. She was innocent and he fucked her physically, as well as mentally. She really liked "Dude" and he had a hidden agenda, which was to get close to me again. I knew something was up with her "Dude." No one met him and he kept leaving her house in the middle of the night. She also showed up to Fin a couple of times with bruises on her arms. I confronted her at the time and she denied his involvement, but also dodged me for a long time. He wound up getting a job at Sole, Fin's number one archenemy. For months he was working right next door to Fin, and I had no idea.
You know what? As I'm writing this I'm sick to my stomach and I feel like blowing my chow. That's it! I will not write about this walking piece of shit anymore. I feel like I needed to explain my absence this past month. Once again, I had to obtain a restraining order and I was assured he's out of the city. I heard he moved back to the West coast.
What's important to me right now is to heal myself, as well as my girl, Georgina.
Fuck that walking dick stick!
I have no idea what anyone has been up to at FIN, so I look forward to getting back to work.
Here's to wiping the shit away... "I Just Can't Be Happy Today..."
but tomorrow the sun will shine.
Wow Telulah, what a crazy story. I'm glad pussy stalker is out of your life.
Like you said, "I Just Can't Be Happy Today...but tomorrow the sun will shine.."
wow! I am really stunned to hear all of this! I knew someone in a similar situation. Good for you for talking about it!!!
Welcome back. If it is any consolation, Sole has been closed for the past sixteen days. Apparently, they were cited by the New York City DOHMH for a laundry list of health violations. Two inspectors hit them in the same week. Imagine that. I have no idea when (or if) they will open again.
Thanks Chef, I'm glad to be back. It does put a smile on my face to know Sole has been cited, and shut down for two weeks.