I have no idea how to start this so I’m just going to jump right into the story.
The year was 2005, I was 15, and together with my mom and her sister we went to some kind of touristy place. We didn’t have a lot of money back then and it was a cheap way to spend a day in the sun so to speak. After an hour or two I started noticing this guy who kept looking at me. At this point I’d never had a boyfriend or anything and was flattered by the attention. Let’s just say that even though I didn’t have an ugly mug guys generally didn’t notice me, so this attention was exciting. He finally came over to speak to me, one thing lead to another, and we exchanged phone numbers. He asked me if I wanted to meet up the next day at the town square, but my mom said that she’d had to think about it. Teenage me felt embarrassed; after all I was 15! (Feel free to laugh). Hours after she’d apparently thought it through and when my aunt voiced her opinion on the matter my mom caved.
The next day I take the bus back to the city (which is a lot bigger than the one I lived in at the time), found a bench at the town square and waited. He was late but finally he arrived; dropped off by his mom. I remember us walking around talking and at one point he took my hand. I was so overly romantic back then and had read so many romance novels you don’t even know, and this definitely lived up to that. Teenagers can sometimes have weird fantasies and one I had come true later that day, and it taught me a valuable lesson: fantasy and reality are two very different things. I thought that I’d like a kiss like that but I actually didn’t. From that moment things started to become awkward. I’m sure he didn’t notice because I hid it, but by the end of the day I took the bus home knowing that I didn’t want to see him again.
The following days we texted back and forth and because I was 15 I was afraid to tell him flat-out that I wasn’t interested so instead I tried to fade out our conversation (which really wasn’t that deep to begin with). I don’t remember exactly what happened but the whole thing ended with him calling me, and me telling him as politely as possible that we should just go our separate ways. I thought it was all good, I’d told him that I wasn’t interested and now we could get on with our lives, right? Wrong!
He starts calling me several times every day and the first few times I pick up but after I’ve said hello all I can hear is breathing. So I hang up and a few minutes later he would call again. After that I start to not pick up and make the huge mistake and erase his number from my phone. I should never have done that. His number is apparently a secret number but the problem is that some important numbers are the same so now I didn’t know when it was him and when it was something important. Every time I pick up and it’s him all I hear is this breathing noise and it’s starting to freak me out. I tell my mom, and I remember my sister being over at one point and she answers and he immediately hangs up. This happened after a month or two after I’ve met the guy. It continues. As the months passes by the calls keeps getting less frequent but they still happen. Had it been today I might have gone to the police, but it’s a tough one because it’s clearly harassment but I didn’t feel threatened or anything. It just weirded me out and was really annoying because it just kept happening. Eventually it stopped, but I kid you not, this boy who I’d seen, and kissed ONCE!, had been harassing me with these breather-calls for a solid year!
So yeah, that was my crazy semi phone stalker story. I hope young people today are standing up for themselves a bit more than I did because MY GOD! Anyway, have a lovely day. Cheers!
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