I’m almost afraid to rent to anyone this week! As you can see the “Rent my BL0G” area is empty at the moment. Shelly from The Dramedy of Life packed her bags and moved out in the middle of the night leaving the room vacant for yet another renter.

But now I’m afraid, very afraid …

You see, she packed her bags and moved in to one of my last landlords rooms. She’s staying at Eric’s – The Panic Bl0G this week. When Eric wrote a welcome post to her yesterday, I decided to welcome her in his comment section and I told her what a great landlord he had been for me. She replied back in his comment section and she actually told me that she is stalking me! She wants to know where I’m renting this week so she can crash at their place when I leave. She’s following me around!

I don’t know her as well as I thought I did, for all I know she’s stalking other BL0G owners that she’s rented from in the past too. This might make the situation worse, but I thought I’d better warn my current and past landlords about her stalking ways, and oh what the heck I’ll warn my past tenants as well. You just never know how far she’ll go with this stalking thing!

I hope you are all smart enough to realize this post is in jest. 🙂 Shelly and I really have been filling Eric’s comment area up with the comments I mentioned earlier, but I’m pretty sure she’s joking about stalking me. Well at least I hope she is. If she isn’t then this post will serve as a warning to all the other sites I’ve been closely associated with in the recent past.

I’ve decided that I will put my site up for rent again. Hopefully the new tenant won’t end up being a stalker too!

I really have been stalked in real life, and it wasn’t as much fun as being pseudo BLOG stalked.

It’s a long story, and perhaps I’ll give more details another time, but for now I’ll just keep it short. Back when I was a jeweler I started seeing another jeweler. He was a real romeo. Romancing me, flirting when he visited my office, and making me feel like a queen.

I thought things were going well but it turned out that after seeing him for several months, just as I thought he might be The one, he told me he had some bad news. He was from a Georgian Family (formerly part of Russia) and his parents had arranged a marriage for him. I hadn’t realized that that was customary for his cultural background, but it was. He broke my heart.

Within a few weeks of informing me of his impending marriage, he went off to his former country and brought back his new bride. He wasn’t happy though and he kept pursuing me. Since he was married I didn’t want to have anything to do with him.

I would see his car parked outside my apartment many nights during the week. He was watching my place. Other times I would see another jewelers car parked outside – a friend of his that he must have asked to watch me. It was very creepy. He would also come into my office and try to convince me to start seeing him again. This went on for several years, even when I was seeing other men I would still see his car outside or have him stop in my office to try to change my mind. It wasn’t until the man who I ended up marrying, Chris, moved in with me that the stalking stopped. I’ve heard that he still asks about me but as far as I know he’s not sitting in a car outside my home anymore.

Apparently all men from Georgia (Formerly part of Russia- not USA) are descendants of Kings or Princes, so it is said that many of the men in Georgia actually are Princes. I don’t know the full story so that’s all I’ll say of their history. So … considering that at one point I thought I might marry this man, when you think about it, I could have married a prince and become a princess, but instead I just got stalked by one.

Right now- unless Shelly really is a stalker, I only know of one person who is stalking me and that is my little old lady neighbor Sofie who peeks at me from her windows or comes outside when I’m out and copies anything I’m doing. She’s a sweetie though.

Visit again later today or tomorrow- I’ve had a very busy week and I plan to write about it in my next one or two posts.