Just because a girl wears purple nail polish, that doesn't mean she's nice.
I may not date, but I that doesn't mean I don't have stalkers. Alright, so I may throw the word "stalker" around a lot and I admit I do use the term rather loosely. So let's define it. Criminology would classify stalking as someone harassing you by phone or email or following you on numerous occasions all of which lasts a duration a minimum of 2 weeks or longer. However, MY definition is less wordy and far more clear stated if you ask me. It goes as follows: Stalker: one who creeps you out on more than one occasion; one who stands too close for comfort every time you enter the room; one who repeatedly enters your personal space while your face is signifying that you are uncomfortable, or one that repeatedly follows you around trying to strike up a conversation while you're clearing doing your best to avoid them. Pretty clear, right? I thought so. Now back to my story. In my life I have had numerous "stalkers". I'm not saying that to...