have you ever felt like a creepy stalker?

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Yes I am a very, very, very creepy stalker. MUAHAHAHAHA

After I'd met my current girlfriend for the first time, I was having trouble working out her routine. So when I saw her in the street once, I changed my routine to always walk past her.

Once, I actually almost spoke to her, but I got too anxious and followed her for a few streets. Because I was thinking about what to say to her, it didn't ocur to me straight away that I was following her. About 2 minutes later, I realised what I was doing, stopped and walking in the opposite direction - I didn't want to be a creepy stalker

I managed to scare the hell out of someone because of my weird behaviour. I still feel very guilty about the situation even now.

What happened was this:

10 years ago I was single and looking to start a romantic relationship with someone. I logged onto a singles chatroom and started chatting to various people. After a while I got chatting to a young lady who was living in the same city as myself and we agreed to meet. At the time I didn't have a scanner and so instead I sent her a photo of myself through the post (so that she could recognise me). She gave me her mobile number (at the time I didn't have a mobile).

We decided to meet in a busy public place as I thought this might make her feel more secure. When I arrived the place was somewhat busier than I had expected. There were various people hanging about. As a result I was unable to tell who I was supposed to be meeting. I didn’t worry too much as she had my photo and so would recognise me.

After a while people came and went but one lady hung about. So I thought 'is this the person I'm supposed to be meeting?'

She was supposed to be able to recognise me; But perhaps my photo hadn’t been very good.

I was worried about going up to a complete stranger and asking if I was supposed to be meeting them (my social skills are after all not the best). So I waited.

After I while the lady I thought I might have been supposed to meet got up to leave. (Now here's the really stupid bit) I had her mobile number and knew there was a public phone box in the direction she was heading. So I followed her a short way to the phone box went inside and rang her mobile number. The mobile phone just went to voicemail. So I gave up and went home.

A few days later I logged onto the same singles chat room and spoke to the lady I was supposed to be meeting. Apparently she'd been the person who I'd followed. Not only that, she'd seen me follow her and (not surprisingly) thought she was being stalked.
She wasn't able to recognise me as my photo hadn't arrived in time.

Not my finest hour. In fact one of the most embarrassing experiences of my life.

I have been told by my boyfriend that I do not love him, I am obsessed with him and act like a creepy stalker.

So yes.. it has been said, but no, I do not think I act like a stalker at all.

I shall not go into details, but I think what I expect from him is reasonable.

There were a lot of people in high school (mostly girls, of course) that I really wanted to get to know better. I knew where a few of them lived, but I was too insecure about myself to talk to them outside of the school setting. So I would drive by their houses, sometimes more than once, hoping that I might see them, or trying to summon the courage to go up to their front door. But my insecurity won out, and I would leave.

I met this really nice girl on MySpace. One time she said, "come visit me at work". So I went to Target, where she works, and I said hello. It was really awkward. I just stood there, listened, looked around, and took pictures with my camera. She seemed happy to see me. When I got home, I found that her boyfriend sent me a message on MySpace saying, "Hey, I heard you were at Target following my girlfriend around and taking pictures of her. Basically she thinks you're a stalker and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop". I replied and said I was sorry, and I almost started crying. I did all this research on the Internet and I thought maybe I was a delusional stalker with erotomania. It seemed to fit perfectly. Except for the fact that I didn't stalk repeatedly. I only did it once. I sent her a message saying I'm sorry, and the next morning, she replied, "Oh, it's okay. I wasn't freaked out. Some of my friends were just worried about me". I was so relieved! She's still one of my best friends now.

You're not a stalker. She invited you. Her friends were worried because, well, you're an aspie, and they're a group mind. Be aware, your girl's part of that group-mind.

I was going to say no...but then I changed my answer to maybe.
I check my email for friends' replies far too often.

Stalker? Well, three years ago, I would say, definately not! Now, I would lean more toward yes. But, up until 3 years ago, I had never more than a passing interest in a human being. Then, a very smart man, (who has my favorite hair color) and I met, and had a conversation. During this conversation, he told me where he lived, and gave me an open invite to drop by, complete with phone #. I am very shy, and I had a lot going on at the time, so I spaced his invite, although I think he was interested, and not NT. Needless to say, I had a bit of baggage that I didn't want to have to take the time to explain, so I just didn't act. (He was teaching my class) I ended up really being sweet on him during and after the class, so when it was over, I sent him some e-mail invites. My theory is that since I didn't take him up on his invite, he felt I was not interested, or felt rejected. He didn't respond to my casual invites, but was my career advisor, so after advising, I sent a Thank you for his advising, he sent a you're welcome, best wishes, have a nice life. I have tried to rationalize this with he has no time, he can't be personal in his professional e-mail account, etc. But he is plain not interested. I used to go out of my way to see him, drive by his house, then I sent him a poem. (My autistic obsessions drive me to figure everything out about something I am interested in, and it is frustrating when I can't, so I keep trying) No video cameras, no phone calls, just casual walk bys and e-mails, and flowers and the poem. I started healing with the poem, annon confessions, and what really worked was that I did a search on stalking, and I discovered that I could cause him to develop a strange psychiatric disorder, similar to PTSD. complex PTSD. (IF he is uninterested, and afraid). I am told that I am a very nice looking woman, I look 10 years younger than I am, and I am very musccular, so I don't think he would be afraid, but still, I would feel very guilty if I created CPTSD. That was the only time I think I was stalkerly!

I am a facebook lurker. I tend to find everything about somebody through my computer before I do anything with them.

I used to try to find the hot girls in my classes facebook or myspace.

Interesting thread. Back in college I had been "stalked" by a guy who just came off as creepy to me and every other girl on campus. Lately I have been wondering if he's an Aspie, like me.

As for me being the stalker and not the stalkee....I was completely taken with a guy who lived on my dorm floor. I got to know his schedule and would be visible when I knew he'd be around. Unfortunately, it earned me the nickname of 'Shadow' by the rest of our housemates. Silly me, I thought it was just a cool nickname instead of something condescending. *sigh*

I don't look up people on facebook that I don't already know and I hate myspace and won't have anything to do with it. (you people who took web authoring know why)

i've never followed anyone around but voted 'maybe' because everytime I go to Spokane, I always have to go tp the neighborhood where Benny & Joon was filmed and see the house they lived in. I look at it, stare at it, even walk down to the river and look up at it. I always have to fight the urge to look in through the windows and knocking on the front door.

I just really want to know more about the movie and the filming of it there. Maybe I'd be lucky when I get caught by someone, that person lets me ask him or her questions about the area and the movie.

I don't see myself as a creepy stalker, but (women) many see me in that way. It's as if they can just look at me and get freaked out. Something about my intensity, or just my creepy weirdness, messes with their head.
Or maybe it's because I'm 6' 4" and 345 lbs, but whatever i seem to have social leprosy.

galump