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Stalkers: Welcome to the life
of John Money

My name is John Money and women love me. By women of course, I mean "crazy bipolar psycho chicks that are anything but sane with a sick sadistic mind state far from anything normal."

What it is about me, I'm not quite sure. In my younger days I thought it was the greatest thing in the world "Wow, all these hot women absolutely love me!" It was such a good time in my "Get all the women I can" days. That was until these hotties started popping up uninvited in my house, car, places of employment, mirrors, dreams, etc.

As I have grown and matured into the much wiser man I am today, I realize that there is something magnet-esque inside of me that sees a mentally unstable woman and commands her to fall in love with me. And by "fall in love" I mean become completely obsessed with a twisted infatuation of me that means I will be with her forever, or I must die.

Yes, I've experienced the standard annoyances and persistence that clingy/insecure girls are inclined to do. You've probably experienced them yourself. I've also had the pleasure of experiencing those things you may hear about sometimes and believe them to be myths; Unceasing phone calls and emails, the typical unannounced appearances at my place of employment, residences, social gatherings, etc. having love notes and gifts put on my car daily (one which led to an innocent raccoon and an arrest ), coming home to an empty house and entering my bedroom to find a girl on my bed anxiously awaiting my arrival, having a girl that would cut out my school picture and tape "me" next to her in existing photos (literally), opening my car door to find a girl that broke into my car and slept in the back seat waiting for me, as well as a girl that got a tattoo of me on her. You know, the usual.

Just barely scratching the tip of the surface and not even conveying the emotions during these countless traumatizing events, nothing compares to the adventures I experienced with a top of the line stalker. Now compared to some of the other incidents I have had with different women, believe it or not, this one actually pales in comparison. The storytelling components however are just too great to not include you in one of my many stalker adventures: Miss San Diego: Pageant Winner/ John's #1 Stalker.

 

 

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