Internet-Stalking: A Cautionary Tale
Ohh man… So I can’t say this is precisely a “crazy girlfriend” thing because we were just best friends and lovers for years (2-3 at the time this story occurs) but I wanted to be.
I started by Internet-stalking him. His MySpace, Facebook (his pictures, his friends, his Notes), livejournal, deviantArt, he had a blog. I was convinced I was his dream girl and was determined to prove it. I was still casually dating though and had an OKCupid profile; he showed up on my list at a 95% match, my highest ever. I paid for A-List to be an invisible visitor and scoured his profile and its hundreds of answered questions. Read every book and watched every movie he mentioned (I actually ended up sincerely liking all of them, so silver lining). Casually started dropping them in conversation, among others so as not to tip him off. I befriended his partners and exes for inside information — another accidental sincerity as I’m still in contact with many of them, a decade later. I exclusively smoked his favorite brand of cigarettes and casually quoted his short stories, which I was fan-level familiar with. We got matching tattoos for my birthday one year and he had no idea I knew the tattoo he wanted a year before and started discussing my interests in a “totally unrelated” tattoo through that year. The matching tattoos were “his” idea by the time my birthday rolled around.
Short version: It worked, but we aren’t together. I do my damndest to never be that type of person but the urge is still there, my fiancé and I had to work through it and ensure I hadn’t done that to him. This was ten years ago, and I still get the creeps at the thought of a guy doing that to (for?) me.
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