The Stalker Bi-Product: The Cop.
In my early twenties, I worked at a video store. You remember those, right? Not one of the mega-chains like Blockbuster or Hollywood Video with their fancy DVDs and such. Nooooo... I worked at the local VHS rental store straight out of Clerks. Which meant, that for the most part, I worked alone.
The video store was in a P.O.S. town filled with hillbillies and me. I lived and worked there... I was not from there. (And I made that very clear to anyone who asked). Anyway, I started noticing this weird guy coming in to browse the videos now and then. (Nothing really out of the ordinary... it was a video store afterall). But then I noticed, that he really didn't ever rent anything. He'd just stand in the back corner and watch the TV - which was constantly playing either Atlantis or Shrek - both of which I think I have fully memorized. And then I noticed, he wasn't watching the TV at all. He was watching me.
And once he would leave the store, he'd sit in his car in the parking lot and watch me some more. Creepy - I know. My skin is crawling as I write this. Once this combination of creepiness was realized, I promptly called P.O.S.'s Finest.
The boys in blue showed up, chased the guy and told him not to come back or he would be arrested. And then the cute one came in to take my full statement. (A big emphasis on the cute part.) When all was said and done, I couldn't just leave it at that...
I ran out and made one of my ballsiest moves ever. I asked out the cop who took my stalker report. And he said yes.
We went out on our mediocre date, where I got the impression.... let's just say - I don't think I was his type. Ya know, anatomically speaking. :-)
What a waste...
It would've been a great meeting story!
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