Now we have all been there – on a date where you know that they are just not the right person for you. You would think that they would understand that as well. But that’s not quite the case with these 12 stories.
Some of the lengths that these women have gone to to get away from a creepy guy are incredible. Some of them are applaudable and you can only sit there and commend the thought process that these ladies have gone through to escape the clutch of a weirdo.
“Called his grandmother.
[the story] Was working at a diner in college after moving back to my hometown. I reconnect with a childhood friend, have some polite conversation but maintain strict boundaries.
Then he started showing up at my workplace. Every single day.
And hit on me relentlessly.
It got to the point where he would come in, buy a coffee or a soda, and then hang out for hours until my shift was over so he could follow me to my car. I wasn’t allowed to kick him out of the diner because “hey he’s a paying customer!” And I didn’t think I could call the cops. I told him over and over and over again to leave me alone, but of course, nothing. At one point he went into the diner while I was in class ( because of course he had memorized my schedule like a creepy little worm) and convinced my boss that he was my cousin and he had to get my phone number from her because “our” grandmother had had an accident.
That was the final straw. I went home, called my great grandma and got her to pull his grandmothers phone number out of her address book. We had a great talk and she put the beat down on him I guess, because I never saw him again after that.”
“Okay this is heavy and I’ve never told anyone because it makes me feel ridiculous…
Anyway. I was at a party in college, out at this girls house in the middle of nowhere and everyone was drinking. I had too much and needed fresh air and to grab my purse so I went out and sat behind my car. This guy came out and sat next to me. He was in my English class so I knew him but we never really talked.
Long story short he hit on me, I rejected him, and he flipped sh*t and forced me into my back seat to try to rape me. I was parked far enough away and in the dark so no one saw and he had my mouth covered and all my drunk brain could think was that awful advice of “pee yourself and your attacker will be grossed out and leave.” So I did. And he had his hand forced down my pants so it got all over his hand. He was pretty grossed out. Slapped me with the pee hand, called me a “sick b*tch” and left. I was too embarrassed to go back in covered in piss so I just left.I drove home drunk and ashamed and crying. Luckily I made it there safe. I took a shower and laughed at myself and cried. So yeah probably the farthest I’ve gone to get rid of a guy….”