Today, I found out someone has a crush on me. Normally I'd be fine with this, if it weren't for that fact that this guy informed me that he has collected pictures of me since the third grade. I'm turning 23 in two weeks. FML
Suunflower_14 tells us more.
Just wanted to confirm some questions here. I'm gonna be getting a restraining order here soon. He still tries to talk me at work (we work at the same coffee shop, what a coincidence) and I do my best to ignore him. He creeps me out actually very much so and he constantly is bugging me. The guy is weird, but in a way I feel bad for him because he's always been an outcast and doesn't really understand how to have friends. Anyways, I should be starting my college classes soon too so I can focus on school and not so much... Him.. Too bad he's probably a kidnapper. Thanks for the... lovely comments guys.
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BeccaHugs 17
Get a restraining order asap. That is beyond creepy.
BlesstheSilence 11
This sounds like a plot perfect for Criminal Minds.
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Comments (129)
martin8337 36
This is creepiest to the nth degree. You should probably get a restraining order against this weirdo, it may get him to get the help that he needs. Best of luck to you.
pinkchocoa 15
Happy in advanced birthday ?
austinssquidgy 16
Run.
Neesalun 20
You could be flattered at his ...dedication?
DFresh503 8
He has a tent set up with a good telescopic view of your bedroom window, where do you think he's been getting the pictures?
grumpybr 13
Creepy is an understatement.
iwadasn 33
That's not having a crush, that's being a stalker.
reeneebabe 10
creepyy.
sharon69_fml 1
He saw you grow up
EmmaMK 35
Run!!!!! Or just chat to him and state what you want from a friendship.