I have a stalker, but it’s not my stalker. Someone named Bobby, has tried to deflect his bubbly (I need like, Bobby’s cell phone, cause like, I love him sooo much!) by giving her a false phone number. Three messages like this and over 50 calls later I’m wondering if some one else wants her.
So to sum up…I’m actually being stalked for a phone number of someone I don’t know. I only know one Bob and he’s my uncle. He doesn’t have my cell phone number.
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That’s awful. I mean… okay, it’s funny too. And as I’m sitting here sympathetically staring at your words, I am in fact snickering a bit. What a complete pain in the butt. And you know that even if you called the stalker, and told her “There isn’t a Bobby here” she wouldn’t believe you, thinking you were just defending him, and probably would just call more. Such is the joy of stalkers.
That sucks. I’m still laughing a little bit. But it really does suck. I’m sorry.
She hasn’t called back since Saturday…it was just so bizarre.