4. Time to call the cops.
A girl I knew from class got my phone number somehow (I didn’t give it to her) and started texting me incessantly. Constantly asked to hang out, no matter the time or day.
Now, though I wasn’t particularly fond of her, I didn’t want to be rude, so I would make excuses. I once told her that I had lots of family over, so I was too busy to hang out with her.
Ten minutes later I get a text. It was a picture. Of my empty driveway. At my house. She found out where I lived,drove to my house, and took a picture to prove that I was lying.
I came outside to tell her that I didn’t have time, and that she should go home. She refused to accept that, going so far as to sit in front of my door, not allowing me to go back inside my own home.
I walked around the house, went in a back door, and texted her that I never wanted her to contact me again.
She sat there for about 20 minutes before she left.
