Don't Call Me Lil' Kitty |
It's a dawg's world and I'm wearing milkbone underwear What is it about living in the big bad city that makes people crazy? I'm not just talking general stress and neuroses, but full-blown psychotic I-gotta-get-witcha-ness that some singles are capable of. Maybe society and the media propagate this. How many telly shows/movies glorify the state of singlehood without making a relationship the end result (um, Sex and the City is now officially out of the running)? Why do personal ads take up an inordinate amount of space in the newspaper (great for dogwalkers)? I guess some people take their loneliness into their own hands (be nice) and decide to lasso a honey, rain or shine, but aren't socially adept. That's the only way I can explain the love-you-from-afar sitch of most stalkers and pervs. I recently encountered friends that are dealing with creeps that are following them around or fending off grabby exes. I myself was a "psycho magnet" in college. But reformed today, all I can say is take away the thrill of the chase, assert yourself, and most likely he'll just go home. Acknowledgement is key, and so is no fear. Look him straight in the eye, and call him on his behavior - you'll shame him into denial and defeat, whilst getting a good description to give to the police. If he still raids your personal space, just remember - grab and twist. Repeat callers you can avoid thru caller ID, or if you're bored, answer your phone like a telemarketer to trip them up. Or tell them their pizza's on its way if they verify their address. Remember, if it's a persistent prob, keep a stalker log with dates, times, and places. All the better to nail him with... Pervs are more casual, and less personal. They get off on shocking people (or maybe just getting off), so if someone pulls out the pud, give him the once-over and let him know if he doesn't measure up. If he's your type, just enjoy the show and tip him afterwards. Today's gem: If you're really ballsy, pull a DeNiro - get up in his face (in a public place) and say "You wanna piece of me? Right here - right now?" You may one-up him in the race for crazy. Next week: Man friends - do they exist? |