![]() I had already changed my phone number so I don't know if he tried to text me and I didn't sleep at my house for weeks, but I never saw him again after that.Īnd I often find myself thinking back to that time and wondering how much more did he do and for how long that I don't know about. I immediately went and got my manager and she informed him that he had a restraining order against him preventing him from eating there because he would be in violation of it. He did come into my work a day or two later for lunch acting like everything was normal. ![]() ![]() He must have been full on stalking me for a while. I don't know how he got my address but I assume he must have followed me. And that his car had been parked at my house almost every night (neighbors security camera). This stopped anyone from suspecting him of anything odd. He, I guess, grabbed a roll of silverware claiming that the server hadn't left him any and he didn't want to bother anyone because he knew they were busy so just grabbed it himself. I later found out that he most likely got my number from the shift sheet behind the hostess counter, because several co workers had seen him (at different times) snooping back there and kindly stopped him. I went to my friends house that night and filed a restraining order the next morning. They took his plate information but asked him politely to move so he didn't upset anyone in the neighborhood and he complied. They didn't implicate anyone but made it seem like it was an older person, so probably not me. They told me that they acted like a random neighbor complained about a strange car. He drove away a few minutes later and then the officers came to my door. The police showed up and went up to his car and talked to him for a bit. I do want to hang out soon I'm just not feeling up to it tonight." And called 911. I texted him and said, "ahaha you caught me! How did you know I was bluffing? I'm sorry. I could see his face lit up by the phone screen. I looked out through the blinds of my bedroom and he was parked right outside my house. The vulnerable pulses that are felt only by prey. I felt the crawling on my skin that only burns into you when someone is staring at you. Creepy but not a full blown stalker.* But I felt exposed. I thought, *there's no way he's outside my house. If you didn't want to hang out tonight you could have just said so." Alarm bells rang in my head. A few minutes passed before he responded. I got really creeped out but decided not to confront him about it and just play like I'm a ditz and believed that "I must have done that, I just didn't remember because it was busy." I told him that I wasn't free to hang out that night, that I was going to be working later to help cover a shift and then would be pretty pooped by the time I was off (I only ever saw him come in for lunch not ever dinner shifts). He said I gave it to him the night I agreed. I know it's a long shot but I'm free tonight and bored, wanna hang out? If you're free that is!" A few days later I hadn't text him yet to set anything up or even give him my number and I get a text only a few min after walking into my house after I got home from work. So it wasn't really much of a joke to keep asking me out, I mostly figured that though tbh. ![]() He seemed so excited and I asked him to leave his number on the receipt and I would call/text him when I wasn't busy to set something up. He was always super kind and I had gotten rather used to the awkwardness I felt being around him. One time that he asked, I decided randomly to agree and give him a shot. He always gave me weird vibes but seemed nice enough so I thought I might have just been making assumptions because of his appearance and wasn't being fair. Like he was just asking now to make light of the previous rejections and to make it less awkward or something. I assumed that after the first few asks, he maybe thought of it as more of an inside joke at that point. He always asked in a lighthearted way and never seemed upset or anything when I turned him down. He had asked me out every time I brought his bill. He did this for a little over a month so he became a regular. There was a guy that came into my work (restaurant) a few times a week for lunch. ![]()
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