One night in twenty fifteen I was walking to the night club in my flash shorts this lady on the street said I would not get in the way I was dressed and I did get in. A few minutes later that same lady who said I would not get in to the club was throwing her self at me she gave me a kiss she even wanted to dance with me to the “ we’re up all night to get lucky song”. When I asked her what she likes to do she said sleep so I looked for a picture of my house on my phone this is when she stopped going after me as she thought I could not have her as I wasn’t being fast enough with her hints.

I never took her home that night I seemed ok with it at first yet as the years went by I was still a virgin. This is the part where it gets worse I feel guilty about all of this I stalked the lady that threw her self at me at the nightclub my messages to her sounded desperate I only wanted to question why she would throw her self at me and leave me.

I made misogynistic memes about the lady I stalked out of fustration about never getting her home. I did not publicly share these memes it only gets worse from here on out I found her house and stood out the front of her house useing my phone I never wanted to do anything horrible to her and I feel so guilty of how scared she must be from my stalking her partner had a problem with me stalking her he stalked me so he knew my adress he even called my mother up to talk about how I stalked his partner. He said he wanted to beat me up to my mother on the phone. When he confronted me in person he kept his distance and said if anything ever happened he knew exactly where to find me.