Originally Posted by Shanazel

To make a long story short, many years ago before I was married, the alcoholic husband of one of my students began to follow me everywhere. No matter where I danced, there he was. He cornered me after a performance once and told me all the things he knew about me: phone number, car license plate, where I worked, hours I worked, that I liked orange slushes from Dairy Queen. I moved once in town and he found me (it was a relatively small town) and I finally took a job out of town to get away from him. I saw him again a few years later at a gas station, and he was still creepy as hell, even though he'd sobered up.