The internet is perpetually alight with stories of men being creepy towards women, in ways that are both casual and insidious.
While there are a wealth of stories of men being creepy (and downright scary) in the dating scene, there are certainly women who fall under the creepy label as well.
In a popular Reddit thread, men shared stories of creepy women, and it's proof that breaking the glass ceiling can occasionally be terrifying.
Once, an acquaintance added me on fb. When I clicked on her profile, it said she was in a relationship with someone. That someone was a fake account of me with my picture.
I met a girl online. She seemed normal enough so we ended up going out for a drink. I found out that night that she actually lived an hour away in a rural town, but whatever.
Well, we went out, had a drink, then went to go play pool. We drove over in my vehicle and when we got to the pool hall she checked her phone and saw she had a text from her ex bf. She proceeded to cry incessantly. I was trapped...I didn't know what to do...so I offered to take her back to her car. She said she wasn't sure if she could drive and she asked if I would take her home. I declined saying it wouldn't be a good idea because:
A) Her car was like a mile away.
B) She lived an hour away.
C) How in the hell did she plan to get to her car the next day.
So she agrees for the night to end all the while apologizing vigorously. The next day she texts me, apologizes, and offers to buy me lunch. She seemed alright when we were getting to know each other and I was bored so I figured what the hell and gave her another shot. She brought her kids to the lunch. When I saw them get out of the car I texted her and said that it wasn't OK for me to meet them. She became irate and said her sitter cancelled at the last minute. Even though the drive was an hour long from her house she didn't find it important to ask if it would be weird for her kids to come. It was at that point that I stated I was no longer interested.
Now for the creepy part.
Two days later she texted me but I didn't respond. She kept at it and kept asking if I wanted to go out the next weekend. After multiple texts I messaged her and said I wasn't interested and I had plans to take my friend out for her birthday. This resulted in even more irate messaging about how she "wasn't comfortable with me going out with other girls" and so forth. This resulted in her getting blocked. Turns out she took a "guess" on where we would go (since there is was only one nightclub in the town) and she showed up. I had to tell the birthday girl that I was leaving and to call me when she was ready to go. My night was ruined. Birthday girl got home okay in case you're wondering.
But wait, there's more...
A couple of weeks after that there was an ice storm and the power had gone out in the area. I ended up going over to a friend's house to hang out since they had a generator. We were playing cards and enjoying ourselves. Suddenly I get a text from a number I didn't recognize.
"Are you alright? I'm really worried" the message read.
"I'm fine, who is this?" I replied.
"It's Creepy Girl" she responded.
I ignored it and put my phone down. The next message sent chills down my spine.
"I'm really worried! I'm standing outside your house and all the lights are off! Are you sure you're ok?!?!?!"
She had never been to my house and I had never given her my last name.
My final message before blocking her involved not contacting me or I'd call the police.
It turns out she was a secretary or some shit for a police department and she ran my tag to found out where I lived, drove over an hour to my house in the midst of an ice storm, then got a new number all so she could "check up on me."
EDIT - RIP Inbox...to answer a few questions:
This all happened 6 or 7 years ago, so not recently by any stretch.
While I can't prove she ran my plate, I was using a google voice number attached to an email address which didn't have any of my personal information and was used for this VERY PURPOSE! Jokes on me I guess.
I found out she worked at the police department through simple conversation online. We talked for about two weeks before meeting so I knew where she worked among other things.
I didn't turn her in and I won't. She was a single mother and the father of the kids was in another state. She had supposedly been abused and turning her in would have gotten her fired and/or arrested. While I realize what she did was illegal I didn't feel it would be right to put those little kids through that.
I have no idea what she did with the kids during the ice storm. Her parents lived in the area so I assume they went there.
I have no idea where she is but I'm pretty sure she's no longer at the police department.
I'm fine and haven't heard from her since. I also don't live at that house so surprise visits probably aren't a thing.
Met a girl online, we chat and setup a date. Date goes fine she's a little weird, a little sheltered but seems nice. Not much chemistry but I think that can take some time so we give it another go have a second date. Confirm I have no interest in a relationship with this girl on the second date so we talk it out no hard feelings let's be friends.
Fast forward 1.5 years I'm in my kitchen with some friends getting ready to go out for my birthday dinner when we hear a knock on the door.
I go check and no one is there but there is a box with my name on it. There is a card and some gifts which would be nice if this girl had ever been to my house before. I had moved since our two dates and still have no idea how she found me.
Our high school basketball team had a female student manager. When we had games at other schools, she would always come up with a reason to need to get something in the locker room when we were showering. But we were so used to her, I guess no one said anything?
Coaches probably should have stepped in there.
Girl in my dorm. She had a crush on my roommate. My roommate clearly didn’t like and told her several times. Things got out of hand and there were times where my roommate would come running back to the room yelling “lock the door, lock the door” and moments later the girl and her friend would try to come barge in without permission.
What’s creepy is this next part. Apparently one night we accidentally left our room unlocked and she decided to sneak in and play/rub our heads. We didn’t wake up but her roommate told us what she did a couple days later. I haven’t seen her in about a year and I’m quite glad.
I was bored once at a small, local festival and didn't want to be there so I just got a drink and started walking around aimlessly when I noticed a fire breather. The display was interesting and she was pretty hot, when she was on break she went to get a drink and we started talking. She seemed nice, we had a laughed but her break was up and she resumed her display so I left her to it and continued to wander around. Five minutes later security was called to her display...
Turns out some crazy girl whom I had never met before was following me around the festival and assaulted the fire breather, she had claimed that we (me & crazy) were together and fire breather was trying to break us up.
This younger girl who I never even spoke to once in high school had a crush on me. I got a note from her in my locker asking if I wanted to go out with her. I had no idea of how to get it back to her, so I just wrote "no" and taped it to my locker. Then she started following me everywhere. I would try to talk to her, but she would just keep walking away, pretending I wasn't talking to her. This goes on for like two years.
Then I was hanging out by myself one day around the neighborhood, and she comes walking up with three guys who wanted to kick my a*s for some dumb unrelated stuff. She somehow found out about it and brought them to me. After an embarrassing scene with me diffusing the situation with these angry gentlemen, they leave, and she finally sits down on the curb right next to me and starts flirting. All I could do was just stare at her enormous bangs with a WTF expression until she got embarrassed and left.
I was at a friend's birthday party for her dog (probably was just an excuse to have people over and get drunk) and another friend, lets call her M, is also there. I had known M for a couple of years, but I only really ever see her a couple of times a year. She is very drunk, and also very married. Her husband was also at the same party.
At one point in the night, she asks me if I have a girlfriend (I did not), if I am looking for a girlfriend, where i'd been looking for a girlfriend, etc. Then she says that I had been looking in all the wrong places and that, if I wanted a good girl, I should "let her know".
During this conversation, she also kept trying to grab my hand, and so at one point I made sure to always be holding a handful of mini-pretzels in both of my hands as a sort of excuse to not be able to hold hands. I can't hold hands if I am holding pretzels. Logic.
Then finally she says "I like you, iseldomwipe. I really like you". I'm like "ok". This repeats for a while until she says "stop saying 'ok'. It makes me feel like You think I'm bullshitting"
Then she keeps following me around the room and keeps trying to make me dance with her until I leave.
Her husband was pretty much always in the same room as us no more than a few feet away while this was all happening. Thought I was crazy and imagining it all until another friend asked me on the same night as we were leaving: "Was M trying to hit on you?"
I started going to a new doctor, the receptionist was cute, so I flirted a bit.
In a waiting room, with other patients around. It was pretty innocent, she reciprocated, I figured it was all in good fun. She escalated a bit, stuff like scheduling me for days she was there, calling me directly with reminders, etc.
Then she went into the records, got my cell number, and started texting me. Telling me she wants to meet up, she's not happy with her husband, they never have sex any more, etc.
I noped out as fast as I could.
She befriended my younger sister just to get her to ask her to a sleepover.
I woke up in the middle of the night with her laying in bed with me.
I was 17 years old.
She was 13.
I was in New Orleans watching some street performers go crazy and a mom came up behind me and fully grabbed both of my ass cheeks, I was 18 and standing next to both of my parents and she said “hey you remind me of my son” which is probably one of the weirdest things to say in that moment.
Not so much as the girl herself but her mom. I dated this girl back in high school and I went over to her house a few times just to hang out and such. But her mom made me incredibly uncomfortable by asking a billion different questions about my past relationships, my intentions with her daughter, even when i last looked at porn. She had to be in the same room as us at all times. She also had complete control over my girlfriends phone as well so she monitored every single message her and i sent back and forth. Obviously due to this, that relationship didn't last long.
During my last year of high school I would tutor students after school. One day about halfway through the year a new girl came in and sat next to me. The first thing she said was something along the lines of “Do you wanna see my birth control?” She had an implant in her arm and showed me where it was. She then felt my arm and told me I was hairy.
For the rest of the time she kept prying for personal info like who my friends were and where I lived. I didn’t see her in tutoring after that, but one day during lunch she came up to my table where I was just chatting with my friends and inserted herself into the conversation before leaving randomly. I heard a few days later that she was suspended for either having drugs or a knife in her backpack.
Not a guy myself, but one I dated had a couple fun stories.
One was a girl he got set up with by friends on a blind date. As they went out to dinner, they passed a jewelry store, and she insisted on going in so they could “pick out rings for when they get engaged.” He paid for dinner and noped right out.
The second one went better until he took her back to her place, where she went to the kitchen, pulled a nice big, sharp chef’s knife, and told him he was staying the night. He said, “I did what any red-blooded American male would do. Agreed but said I needed to go to the bathroom, where I promptly crawled out the window and never saw her again.”
I've got two.
First one was when I was 15. I was walking past my school and about to cross the road when a trio of drunk women in their 40's or 50's started hassling me about how good I looked, pressing me in against the wall and surrounded me so that I couldn't get out and holding me back while they copped feels. Not a fun experience, especially when you can't even tell people about it or how creeped out it's left you because as a guy you should somehow be proud when women 3 times your age are grabbing your cock through your trousers against your will.
The other one was about 4 years ago. I was 22 and asked a girl I'd met out. She seemed nice at first. Met her in a little cafe while I was waiting to meet some friends and we got talking about Pokemon and some other stuff for 20 or 30 minutes before adding each other on Facebook. Only weird thing was that in that time she told me she'd been raped by her ex. I thought maybe she was just being open about it as a way of dealing with the trauma so I let it slide and messaged her a bit later to see if she'd be interested in a date. She told me that she already had a boyfriend but that she'd love to hang out as friends which was fair enough so I agreed to that and we met up a few days later.
She'd brought her boyfriend with her which I expected. I got the sense he wasn't too comfortable with me which I can understand but what threw me was she also brought her ex. I can't 100% say it was the same ex she'd mentioned but he really gave off that vibe with the way he talked and behaved around her. She kept on talking about dead babies and abortions obsessively as well. You couldn't change the subject at all. Creeped me the hell out so I just sat there with a smile and acted civil while internally going "please don't kill me!" and I haven't spoken to her since.
In elementary school there was a new Spanish girl who had a crush on me and would literally be nonstop staring at me and following me.
Me and my friends tested it. In class they would look and see she'd be staring at me. In recess we went to the very far corner of the field and she followed, so I went back to the school wall and she followed, so I told the teachers and they finally got her to stop following me.
She disappeared a few days later. Nobody knew where she went.
I’ve had a couple semi-stalkerish women who creeped on me (which is weird because I’m not even good looking), but my favorite “creepy girl” story was just a one-off funny moment.
When I was 22, I was hanging out with a couple friends just grilling and drinking when one of them was suddenly like “do you guys wanna go to a costume party?”
Naturally, we were like “yes.” So we slapped together some quick costumes and hopped in an uber.
We showed up to this place and it was less a “costume party” and more “6 people in an apartment wearing costumes,” but there was beer and a dog so I was happy.
Anyway, we spend the evening playing board games with this group of people who seem just as confused as we are. The entire night, there’s this one girl who’s sitting next to me on the couch but she hasn’t said a single word. Not one. I don’t think much of it, some people are shy, it’s whatever.
But then, during a lull in the party, out of nowhere, she gets closer to me, looks me dead in the eye, and whispers “I like blooooood.” Then shifts back to her spot like nothing happened.
I turned to my friend and was just like “we have to leave.”
I still think about that night sometimes.
Seemingly normal looking attractive girl. Took her out on a date. We got drunk. Breaks down saying how she used fentanyl with her ex and ended up in hospital. Now she has to use a catheter and bag for the rest of her life as it f*cked up her urinary system. She was screaming “I have a drug induced bladder disorder”! She is 23. Cried, tried to get me to finger her beside the catheter. I wasn’t feeling it. Then decided I was the enemy and called cops saying I am assaulting her. I recorded her as she went apesh*t calling me names. Cops show up. She is having some sort of mental breakdown. She ends up transported to a psych observation unit at 1 am. Ended up playing poker.
Couple of days later she texts me and asks, “wanna hang out?”
Guess what I did.
Edit this is what I did:
And those asking and DMing me if they can see the video, I probably will in time if I can edit out faces, names and any other identifying markers so you just see the screaming freak out. Not good at it so it will take time.
This was, thankfully, an online only interaction. It started innocently enough with this random person asking me questions about my religious beliefs on Twitter. I was active on Twitter then and was more than happy to talk about my religious beliefs. (In an informative manner, never a "trying to convert you" or "this is the only right way to live" manner.) The conversation quickly turned weird, though, as she began asking if I thought that people who were lying about who they were should admit to their sins. I stopped replying.
That's when things really went south.
She began harassing me at all hours of the day on Twitter. This spread to comments on my blog and emails (sent via a comment form on my blog). They were erratic and hard to make out, but I found other people she had stalked/harassed and pieced together what this was all about.
A few years prior, she had a beef with a guy who lives in New Zealand. He cut off contact, but she began contacting his family, friends, and boss to tell them that he did "bad things" to children. (I'm not going to spell it out, but it was sexually based.) Now, he works in a school so this charge could end his career. Luckily, he warned his boss and they ignored the charges. Of course, it helped that her proof was that God told her.
Did I forget to mention that she claims she's a prophet of God and that he literally talks to her to tell her bad things people do? Because that's exactly what she claims. And good luck arguing with "God told me you're guilty." Who's she going to believe? Your mountain of evidence or the voice of "God" in her head?
Anyway, she found me online and came to the conclusion that I was really a faked identity for New Zealand Guy. Her evidence? We both enjoyed photography. (I guess all photos posted online are really only done by me. No wonder I never have free time!) As I said before, arguing with her was useless. God told her that I stole the photos of my family from someone else and was pretending to be a married man in New York when I was really. New Zealand Guy. Can't argue with God.
I tried to contact the police, but she lived in Canada and there wasn't anything they could do. I, and others, reported her Twitter account, but she always had a few spares ready to hop to.
The harassment intensified as she told me that she was going to contact all the companies I did business with under my blog and tell them of my "crimes." (Same as New Zealand Guy since we were the same person in her mind.) I had to warn a few people preemptively just in case. She also threatened to contact the local police on me, but luckily she didn't know where I lived exactly. (One reason why I don't post my exact location online.) She also posted threats to my wife's blog.
This continued off and on for a year or so. She'd move to another target, we'd warn said target, and they'd block her. She'd then claim that we were part of some uber-hacking group that hacked into everyone's Twitter account to force them to block her when they really all agreed with her. This also extended to police departments. We apparently hacked the police to make her complaints vanish after she was personally told that they would arrest us. (Neither the hacking nor the "personally told they would arrest us" ever actually happened, of course.)
Eventually, I found her IP address and hatched a plan to block her from my website. I edited my site so that she would get a 404 Page Not Found error if she tried to visit my page, while everyone else would get the normal site. (Being a web developer is handy at times!) She began lauding on Twitter her success at taking me offline.
She's still online and bothering people. Boy George and the head of Firefox are among her past targets. She's left me alone for years, though. I've since stopped blogging, due to life not her, and cut back the Twitter use so I don't think she'll focus on me again. I don't even wish for her to be arrested, but to get the psychiatric care that she so obviously needs.
My husband and I moved and we happened to buy in a neighborhood that adjoined the one my ex and his new wife bought. Weird.
Many years and many children later we moved further away. Guess who lives across the street? It was mildly weird until his wife and I met at the mailboxes one day and talked. Now our kids are friends and ride bikes and play basketball and such.