Stalker Update

I first told you about my stalker last month in Random Thoughts on a Sunday Afternoon, except that he wasn't really a stalker then. I thought that since his calls stopped on that day after I forwarded them to the police department that I was done with him. I thought that he was just a silly young kid (age 25) who wanted a little attention and then he'd go away.

I thought wrong.

He has called quite a bit since then.  Yes, he has been told to stop.

I usually don't  answer the call (I can't seem to manage to get the number effectively blocked.  I'll be calling the phone company today for assistance).  When I have answered the call I get interesting information about where I am, where I've been, or what I've been wearing in public.

I told Hubby about it several weeks ago. Like me, he thought the kid would get bored and that it would stop.

This weekend, he called 12 times. Most, although not all, of the calls are late at night.

So Hubby decided that he would call the number and talk to the young man.  Guess what?  The number forwards back to my cell phone.

I wasn't worried until he crossed the line from sweet but horny young guy to stalker. Heck, having my own stalker kind of means that I have arrived, doesn't it?

Okay, okay.  I know I shouldn't joke about such a thing, and I'll admit I'm a little nervous.

Since I suspect my stalker is a PWK reader, I'm taking this opportunity to let him know that, in addition to calling the phone company today, I'll be calling the police and filing a report. Stalking is a crime.

It's all fun and games until someone gets arrested, my young stalker.

Random Thoughts on a Sunday Afternoon

It seems like I get lots of random thoughts on Sunday afternoons. Lucky for you (or unlucky maybe), I have no problem sharing them.

• I was struck yesterday by Luna Moon's post The Clash. She referenced the cheater's big dilemma - stay and cheat? Or leave? I know it's a dilemma that many folks struggle with. And it reminded me of some comments I made recently on the Married Man Sex Life blog. It's not a dilemma for me.  I've known since I married my husband that I would never leave him. I've learned through folks who have responded to my comments on that blog and from some of the trolls here that many folks just don't understand that having sex with someone else does not mean you don't love and care about your spouse. Some people just can't see beyond their own reality.
• Speaking of trolls, I really wish they would engage in conversation rather than just sniping and leaving sarcastic comments. They should know that we welcome the debate, but they seem to just want to judge rather than discuss anything.  That's really too bad.
• I got a phone call this morning (actually 10 phone calls) from a 25 year old young man who wouldn't identify himself.  He said he likes fucking older married women, and lots of other things that I won't share here.  He wouldn't say how he got my number or how he knows me. When I wasn't receptive to his offer, he kept calling, and calling, and calling.  At Daunt's suggestion, I forwarded my phone to the local police department for a little while. After I stopped the forwarding, the calls didn't start up again. I hope he got the message that I am not afraid to involve the police. I suppose that's a message I want to share with all my readers, too. Be nice. Most of you are wonderful.  For the very few who are not, just be nice. Okay?
• The Nicolas Cage skit on Saturday Night Live last night was hilarious! I guess SNL may be getting good again.  That would be nice.
• I just realized that I remember season 1 of SNL. Now I feel old.
• Knitting a blanket just takes too long. It will be summer time before I finish the project I'm working on at the pace I'm going.
• OMG.  I remember season 1 of SNL  and I'm knitting a blanket. {sigh} Now I feel really old. 
• There's a new blog I'm really enjoying - Marriage in the Bedroom I'll be writing a whole post to tell you why, but if you want a preview, head over there now.  As of today, the most recent post is Brain and Cock are Not Connected, Brain and Pussy Are. The author (Ponyboy) has some great insight.  Add it to your follow list.
• I just watched a commercial about a devise that you wear around your midsection.  I guess t send electric impulses to your abs and is supposed to give you a six pack without having to do any crunches. Wow! Who are the people who buy that sort of crap...uh...stuff?
• I miss JJ.  That's more of a constant thought than a random one, but I'm sharing it anyway.