I went out to a local park today to pick up a few boxes and had the strangest experience of my letterboxing life. now, some of my friends have had strange experiences, but this one beats 'em all.

i think i was followed home by a...working girl.

here's the story.

i had just finished stamping in a box in an out-of-the-way parking lot and was packing up to leave, when a young, attractive girl in a suv pulled up and parked next to me. like i said, she was young, she was attractive, so she caught my attention. she smiled and got out of her car.

"hi, i think i recognize you from the bar last night."

"uh, nope. wasn't me. don't drink."

"are you sure?", and she smiled again. she had some sort of northern european accent that made my toes start to curl.

"yeah, pretty sure. i wasn't at any bar last night", immediately considering if maybe i had some sort of sleep disorder which would explain why i may have been at a bar and didn't remember talking to a girl who reminded me of a girfriend i had back in college.

"what are you doing?" she said as i was stuffing my backpack in my backseat. being a good letterboxer and not wanting to give away any sensitive information, i replied that i was hiking.

"a novice hiker?" she said, looking at my 6'2 250 lb. frame.

"yeah."

i pretended to be more interested in the contents of my logbook than the image of her in a tight shirt and running pants, as this whole thing was starting to seem a little weird to me. she just said "oh well, have a good one."

i closed my door and drove off. looking in my rear view mirror, i saw she was following me, fixing her makeup, smiling, and singing along to whatever was on the radio. i'm not used to being randomly followed by hot chicks, so i drove on and after a mile or so, pulled off into the next trailhead parking lot.

she turned in behind me. i pulled out the park map and pretended to furtively study it. i glanced up into the mirror. she was still looking at me, smiling. this was weird.

i drove off again and took one of the lesser traveled routes out of the park and into town. she was still behind me.

i drove up to the state highway and began heading toward home.

still there.

now, like i said, i'm 6'2" and 250 lbs. normally i wouldn't be creeped out by a young, smiling, attractive girl. normally i wouldn't be driving away from a young, smiling, attractive girl. normally this would be the start pf a penthouse forum letter.

not this time.

i began trying to lose her, cutting in front of cars, running red lights, making abrupt turns into shopping center parking lots.

none of this worked.

after about ten miles, she pulled up along side me and motioned for me to pull over. not wanting this strange person to get any closer to finding out where i lived and feeling too masculine to drive to a police station and complain about something like this, i drove in to a busy gas station. i got out of my car and approached her vehicle. she got out.

"wow, you must know an awful lot about me", she said with a coquetteish grin.

"actually, i don't know anything about you. i've never seen you before in my life. why are you following me" my adrenaline was flowing by now and my hands were starting to shake.

"isn't it obvious?"

"no, i don't know you!"

"well, if i'm following you, why didn't you pull into a police station?"

because i don't want to complain to a police officer about a hot girl following me home, i thought to myself.

"i'm getting ready to. there's one right up ahead. why are you following me?"

she just smiled.

"isn't it obvious?"

speaking of obvious, by now i was obviously agitated. i gave her a ticked-off glance and got back in my car, ready to pull into the police station about a mile ahead. when i pulled out of the gas station, she was no longer behind me. i sighed in relief and drove the rest of the way home, glancing now and then to make sure i didn't see a green ford suv. upon getting home, i turned on my computer, got on atlasquest, and peeked out the blinds to make sure i hadn't been followed the rest of the way.

oh, and i got the two last stamps i needed from that park.

papa

Gotta be a clue to some boxes in that. Pretty wild, Papa! Better watch your back a few days, she may know where to find you again next time....Stalker!

Where's the Bizarre button?

That is a fantastic story! Sorry you had to live through it to tell it, or rather, GLAD you lived through it to put it on AQ! Man, maybe she's a 007 agent, she probably had an oozie in her purse. YIKES!
whew!

she had a couple of oozies, but they weren't in her purse.

She was obviously waiting for you to ask her: "Which way is North?"

I wonder if she was the planter of the boxes! Lol

she had a couple of oozies, but they weren't in her purse.

I don't know, you haven't seen my wife's purse, she could put three or four of 'em in her purse.

Dude - you're picking up dates in Kensington?? I guess the "creepy guy factor" you worry about when boxing alone has turned into animal magnetism - at least for psychos. I'm not sure whether it's safe to box with you any more - would I deter the random hot chick, or would I just be an obstacle to the object of her affection that must be removed? Maybe she just wanted an exchange!

consider yourself lucky i didn't decide to pull in your driveway to ditch her. :)

You are right, that totally beats my, "No, John (Leapin Lizards), you cannot use my map" story

Did you get her plate number?

Gee, Papa, you keep saying you want to meet me. Why'd you run off like that?

That is one seriously creepy story. Glad you made it home safely.

~Donkey

She obviously just wanted you to ink your stamp on her pad.

*groan*

I know...

My mom better hurry and send me my eye bleach patches.
Ewwwww

"No, John (Leapin Lizards), you cannot use my map" story

I haven't heard this one. is there a link to it here on the boards, or do I need to wring it out of you beg and plead for you to post it?

romana

I've offered him to be accompanied by a laid-off security guard as well. Though if I return to Kensington, after that story, I am not taking Tom. That is in case she isn't bothered by a female security guard escorting a guy around. Then again, Tom wouldn't go to Kensington anyway.

Maybe it was her idea of cheering up some random guy. He looks lonely, tired, insert adjective. I'll make his trip here memorable. Maybe she was doing a study on guys and how they responded.

Wow, that sounds like one of Wassa's fictions. You didn't cross him, did you? I wouldn't put it past him to hire someone to mess with a boxer like that (this is the guy who had one of his young relatives dress as a cop and show up at a(n) (April Fool's) gathering to arrest him for improper permits or some nonsense just to freak out the organizer of the event).

OH MY! first off, that must have been quite a shaking experience and i am very glad you are well!

that being said, i have tears in my eyes as i type this. if i could hit the funny button about 6 more times, i would! not necessarily the content of what happened, but your narration, made me ROLF....thank you. i needed that today!

haha how they respond to being chased? I think I should try this one out :)

Something is amiss here, read the current message on this subject from: Veruca NaCl

It was practically a Penthouse letter anyway :)

Maybe she wanted a green card, lol!