[Misc] What's the creepiest thing you've ever done in pursuing the object of your desire...

[Questions]

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I reckon postmen are big offenders when it comes to this sort of thing , waking women up at 7 am asking them to look after parcels for people that live 10 doors away is a definite sign they're up to no good or just want to see the lady looking a bit rough before the slap goes on , probably not so much these days since the abolition of 2 deliveries but i can remember seeing posties delivering mail at 6am before , be lucky to one before 9am these days , i wonder how many managed to bond with their chosen victims and end up delivering a bit more than a birthday card .

still having those uniform fantasy’s then Frankie

 

[LowKarate]

Fracking hell!

Any chance of the fixtures being published a day early to save us one more day of this?

 

[Durlston]

Not creepy I know but what an absolute plonker.

I was at a party about 15 years ago and drank neat lime vodka with ice all evening. Being summer it was beautifully sunny hot weather. I got lucky and pulled this stunning South African girl so one of the bedrooms got used. All throughout the 'business' I was sweating profusely and it was dripping off me. She kept asking me if I was ok which I wasn't but wanted to carry on as I was getting to the vinegar strokes. I came over really sick but never mentioned it. 30 seconds later I vomited everywhere and all over the poor girl. I never got to climax and slept on the bed for the next 16 or so hours! I spent ages trying to find her in the next couple of weeks to apologise - no luck.

Complete dickhead.

 

[SollysLeftFoot]

Though I wouldn't call my girlfriend an object, but we started talking on Tinder. She disappeared, but I managed to find her on facebook and sent a message - stalkerish maybe, but we did have mutual friends.

3 and a half years later, we're still going strong..

 

[Dick Head]

Hers was a 'Sporting' version....

Turns out her Dad was in a famous band in the 60's, too. Only found that out years later. Could've married her and made good money with signed memorabilia from the Father in Law.

No, you couldn't have.

 

[Lady Whistledown]

I can confirm that cops are the worst for stalking and odd behaviour.

Regardless of the arguments around the rest of this tale, from where I'm sitting, anybody who knowingly knocks back a few pints in a pub then drives home has only himself to blame if he gets busted, rather than getting bitter at some copper.

 

[Juan Albion]

She dumps him...in moves our friendly policemen to “comfort” her.

What? All of them?

 

[Algernon]

What? All of them?

She was "very upset"

 

[Juan Albion]

She was "very upset"

And very worn out.

 

[Bevendean Hillbilly]

Regardless of the arguments around the rest of this tale, from where I'm sitting, anybody who knowingly knocks back a few pints in a pub then drives home has only himself to blame if he gets busted, rather than getting bitter at some copper.

I agree. The fact that the boyfriend is undoubtably known to you personally (in a professional capacity) renders me silent from now on.

Suffice it to say I was often at the 999 nights at John St nick.

 

[Cheshire Cat]

I used to be a policeman and became bewitched by a girl. I used to drive past her house regularly just to get a glimpse of her. Eventually we started an affair and I’d get my policeman mates to pull over her boyfriend just so we could have a bit longer in the sack together. It was great while it lasted but ultimately doomed and I even had to resign from my job. I’m not sure if her boyfriend ever knew that we were sleeping together.

Your name is Earnest and I claim my £5.

 

[Frankie]

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still having those uniform fantasy’s then Frankie

Not since they stopped wearing hats with shiny badges on them I'm afraid.

 

[Questions]

Not creepy I know but what an absolute plonker.

I was at a party about 15 years ago and drank neat lime vodka with ice all evening. Being summer it was beautifully sunny hot weather. I got lucky and pulled this stunning South African girl so one of the bedrooms got used. All throughout the 'business' I was sweating profusely and it was dripping off me. She kept asking me if I was ok which I wasn't but wanted to carry on as I was getting to the vinegar strokes. I came over really sick but never mentioned it. 30 seconds later I vomited everywhere and all over the poor girl. I never got to climax and slept on the bed for the next 16 or so hours! I spent ages trying to find her in the next couple of weeks to apologise - no luck.

Complete dickhead.

Yeah Ive found that ‘specialist’ site as well.

 

[DJ NOBO]

On nights out, a friend at university would play a game that he called ‘100’.
The rules are he would approach every woman he could find in bar/club and ask ‘will you sleep with me?’. Nothing more, nothing less.
He would only stop when he reached100 knockbacks.
He wasn’t a bad looking guy and obviously had some confidence, but even so I am still surprised to report that he never reached 100 and would always end up taking someone home.
Quality varied, mind. And he also got started on several times.

 

[Paris]

On nights out, a friend at university would play a game that he called ‘100’.
The rules are he would approach every woman he could find in bar/club and ask ‘will you sleep with me?’. Nothing more, nothing less.
He would only stop when he reached100 knockbacks.
He wasn’t a bad looking guy and obviously had some confidence, but even so I am still surprised to report that he never reached 100 and would always end up taking someone home.
Quality varied, mind. And he also got started on several times.

Out of curiosity, is he now old bill?

 

[LlcoolJ]

It was in the days before stalking was defined as an offence (late 80s) so you could get away with much more then. But I agree, the fact that he did this on police time was an abuse of public office and resources. A lot of his time on duty was spent either driving up and down past her house or following me around or getting colleagues to.

A lot of other stuff went on which I haven't even touched on but rather than dealing with the issue properly the police were more concerned about hushing it up and letting him leave quietly. They even gave him an "exemplary" service record in return which he later used to get a more lenient sentence when he was himself prosecuted and found guilty of fraud about ten years later.

My experiences with that officer and his colleagues is why I'm very cynical whenever I read about the police using a lack of resources as an excuse for not being able to respond to crime because I just think about that officer.

Unfortunately it still goes on today. There was the recent case of the Sussex Police Inspector, Rob Leet, who was having an affair with a female police officer while on duty and as a result she once failed to attend to a fatal car accident. He was also having sex with a vulnerable abuse victim whilst on duty which was not just an abuse of public office but an abuse of his position to exploit the woman's vulnerability. This is a man who rose to the rank of inspector which is a concerning indictment of the calibre of Sussex Police personnel and particularly those in positions of authority.

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.theargus.co.uk/news/17576564.amp/

There are numerous good reasons for the monika The Filth.

 

[The Clamp]

Not creepy I know but what an absolute plonker.

I was at a party about 15 years ago and drank neat lime vodka with ice all evening. Being summer it was beautifully sunny hot weather. I got lucky and pulled this stunning South African girl so one of the bedrooms got used. All throughout the 'business' I was sweating profusely and it was dripping off me. She kept asking me if I was ok which I wasn't but wanted to carry on as I was getting to the vinegar strokes. I came over really sick but never mentioned it. 30 seconds later I vomited everywhere and all over the poor girl. I never got to climax and slept on the bed for the next 16 or so hours! I spent ages trying to find her in the next couple of weeks to apologise - no luck.

Complete dickhead.

Lime vodka with ice is the opposite of “neat”.

 

[Easy 10]

On nights out, a friend at university would play a game that he called ‘100’.
The rules are he would approach every woman he could find in bar/club and ask ‘will you sleep with me?’. Nothing more, nothing less.
He would only stop when he reached100 knockbacks.
He wasn’t a bad looking guy and obviously had some confidence, but even so I am still surprised to report that he never reached 100 and would always end up taking someone home.
Quality varied, mind. And he also got started on several times.

Sod all that. You can get Rohypnol in Boots now. Just cut to the chase.

 

[Durlston]

Giving Brighton_girl87 my mobile number in a very drunken haze. A couple of days later I got an unknown number to me by text about going to the Bristol Rovers game at the end of 2009-2010. Then I realised what I'd done.

She was absolutely brilliant listening to my problems when she at an important stage and doing her dissertation at University. Not once did she ignore me. It's a shame she's no longer on here. A real princess.