My first business trip, I’m 24 years old and clueless. The company was celebrating a milestone. Once bored around 20 of us found a bar and settled in. This is time for a stalker, large groups of people, and pick your target.
First he sent me a dozen white roses every day. I was young and naive about stalking. I assumed he had money.
Then cards started coming and he started asking me to come to Boston. The phone calls were coming more often. I didn’t know how a stalker reeled in their target.
After months of roses and cards, I gave in. Once in Boston, his lies were easy to see. The parents owned the house, he lived a small house over the garage. My radar is up about but nothing else. There was a party at a friend’s house, lets see how many are losers. The party was fun…
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