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the story of an invisible girl
Accidental Stalker
It starts, for example, at the apartment complex's health club. Or maybe just the parking lot, or the mail boxes. But you see a neighbor there. You nod companionably at him (or her), then go on about your business.

It turns out his schedule is very similar to yours though, and you start to see him more frequently. You nod, say 'hello', and eventually he is a familiar face and you start making small talk. 'Look at this weather!' 'So glad spring is here.'

Now that you know his face, you see him more places. At the park, even the grocery store occasionally. You get a feel for his life and routine, and the small talk becomes a little more familiar. You ask after families, and maybe talk about trips you're taking.

And it's happened. This person has become an acquaintance, almost a friend, but you still don't know his name.

Now you're stuck. You've been chit-chatting on the elliptical machines for months, you know about his children's chicken pox, you told him about your grandmother in Jersey, how can you ask his name now??

It gets worse, if you discover that somehow he's learned your name. You hear him them greet you from across the parking lot, and your gut clenches in embarrassment. You're the only fool who doesn't know!

So you start small. When you are both pulling mail from the community mailboxes, you surreptitiously glance at his envelopes. "Occupant" -- dammit! Or maybe his mail is always wrapped in a newspaper, no clues at all.

Maybe his apartment buzzer will show a name? So you tail him home one day, to determine which building is his. He enters, and you look at buzzers, but the labels are all haphazard and meaningless.

Next you try the classic Introduction Trick. You walk into the swimming pool with a buddy of yours, knowing that he'll be there too. Casually you walk up you say "Oh hey, have you two met?" Then you hope against hope that they'll introduce themselves to one another.

But they don't, instead they just stand there with polite smiles on their faces and stare at you, waiting for you to make the introductions. So you're forced to fake a severe nosebleed and rush away with your hands over your face.

The situation growing desperate, you start going through his trash. There must be something in here to tell you who this person is! But he is one of those over-paranoid types who shred all their personal documents. And not just in strips, but in those little confetti squares, so you still can't identify him. What is this world coming to, that people can't even trust simple trash-pickers any longer?

Left with no options, obviously next you start stealing his mail. Unfortunately all the damn mail is addressed to his wife. Maybe now you have a family name? But maybe she kept her own last name -- you have no way of telling.

And you're still seeing this guy every morning in the gym, and his friendly hellos are eating away at your insides and filling you with rage. You hate him! Who is this guy, and how in the hell did you get into this ridiculous situation?!?

At this point you are left with two options: burn down his apartment or move away. Either is justifiable, but I'd recommend the second if at all possible....


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lahabiel From: lahabiel Date: May 2nd, 2005 04:14 am (UTC) (Link)

Oh ... a stalker is a person in your neighborhood, in your neighborhood....
greyyguy From: greyyguy Date: May 2nd, 2005 04:18 am (UTC) (Link)
No no no. Then you never find out his name!

In that situation, you need to hunt the person down (easy since you know their schedule and where they live) kill them (possibly incapacitate them if you think you can hide your identity, but since they know you that well, it is much more difficlut), and once they are dead you can look through their wallet. Then you can say nice things about the person by name at their funeral.
From: nicegeek Date: May 2nd, 2005 04:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Hmm...as a third option to arson, you could visit the county records office. Property ownership is a matter of public record, as the flood of mortgage insurance offers I've gotten sadly shows.
creepyboi From: creepyboi Date: May 2nd, 2005 01:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
i used to get offer to re-finance when i was still living in an apartment even.
thatguychuck From: thatguychuck Date: May 2nd, 2005 11:13 pm (UTC) (Link)

Nigeria is the better deal

I get offers to increase my breast size, too. I'd rather re-finance.
thenisaid From: thenisaid Date: May 2nd, 2005 04:47 am (UTC) (Link)
Or you could say, "Isn't funny, we've been chatting for ages and I know all about your kids and your grandma, and I've never asked your name?"

But that's not as funny.
pi3832 From: pi3832 Date: May 2nd, 2005 06:35 am (UTC) (Link)
That's the kind of confident honesty that would render most sit-coms from 22 minutes to two.

I once had a 'Maggot ask me my name three times in the same night. But Ron's over seventy so I didn't take it personally.
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ellison From: ellison Date: May 2nd, 2005 06:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Heehee! I have no suggestions - I just thought this was really funny!
atdt1991 From: atdt1991 Date: May 2nd, 2005 11:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Priceless :)
creepyboi From: creepyboi Date: May 2nd, 2005 01:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
i hate when that happens. i have peole at work ive said hello and chatted with for years and dont know their name.
homeless_one From: homeless_one Date: May 2nd, 2005 04:32 pm (UTC) (Link)

Simple Solution

Ask if you can borrow his credit card. The card will have his name on it.
rmeidaking From: rmeidaking Date: May 3rd, 2005 09:59 am (UTC) (Link)
I just be honest: I have a really bad memory when it comes to matching names with faces. If I meet four people at one event, it's random chance whether a week later I will be able to tell which person is which.

In your situation, I eventually just say, "You know, I'm really bad with names, and I have completely misplaced yours." And they smile indulgently and tell me what their name is, and maybe I remember it, and maybe we go through the same conversation again six months later.

Yeah, I have no pride; I can freely admit that I have a mind like a steel sieve when it comes to names and faces. :-)
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