If Jodie Foster had an obsessed male fan by the name of John Hickley, Raft3r had a female stacker who shall remain nameless.
During my college internship, I met a pretty girl at the office where I worked temporarily.
Cute and all, Raft3r flirted with her. We started dating and an office romance blossomed.
When things started to get serious, I bailed out.
All I was looking for was a summer fling. She wanted a commitment. That’s when the whole trouble started.
I stopped seeing her. On my end, all means of communication were cut. But she did not take no for an answer.
She would call my house and demand I speak with her. One conversation stood out the most. She wanted a strand of my hair for some voodoo bullshit.
She befriended my classmates and even dated some of them just to get back at me. She would make sure that my classmates would tell me that they dated her. I thought that was funny.
This went on for years.
When I went to law school, I thought it would be over. Wrong.
I ran into this guy who introduced himself as her boyfriend. The following day she called. Just to make a point, she requested her new boyfriend to enroll in my law school.
Raft3r knows how young love can make one do stupid and shallow things.
After all, I was once a fool in love. But she definitely took top honors.