InsaneJournal

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How to handle pcycho chicks that stalk you at night clubs.
The short answer:
Sit down next to her and introduce yourself in a loud and happy voice, then poke her in the arm saying in the style of a 3-yr-old, "Hey! what's your name? ::poke poke:: Why do you keep following me around? ::poke poke:: Huh? ::poke:: Hey, lady! Can you hear me? Heeeeloooooo! ::poke poke:: I thought you wanted to talk to me. ::poke poke:: Gee whiz, lady, you're rude! (as she _finally_ gets embarrassed and leaves.) Hrmph!

The long answer is that a few months ago, this chick approached me on the dance floor, and started lightly kicking me in the shins. WTF!? I didn't know her from Adam's cat, and she starts kicking me? So I moved away. Then this bitch (she graduated from "chick" to "bitch" here) follows me, and starts doing it again. So I ask politely (ok, not politely), "What!". She just grins at me, and walks off. Since then, she's been stalking me at Reject's. When ever I go out back, she's never been more than 45 seconds behind me. Grinning at me like a fucking Cheshire cat. That is, until I make a show of pointing her out to whomever I'm talking to. Then she goes away. Inside, it's not as bad, but I still turn around to find her within like 5-10 feet of me at least 4 or 5 times a night. And always with that grin that just begs to be knocked down her throat. So I finally got tired of it, and called her bluff.
I guess she didn't have anything to say, after all. :-)