What would you do, if you realize a creepy mofo is following your girlfriend? Here is my (our) story of just what happened yesterday.

Just another day?

We went to the supermarket like every evening. At some point my girlfriend told me, a guy made a strange eye-contact to her while passing by. I calmed her down, trying a joke like: "Dont worry, he might just need to take a serious crap or something, that's why he looks that strange." I should have known better.

Our way home is like 500 metres, so we walked and had a conversation. After like half of the way, my girlfriend told me, there's somebody behind us. Still I thought she is overreacting, telling her something and kept walking. After another 50 metres, she took my hand and stopped by a shop-window, to let the guy behind us pass.

Changing roles

When we were behind him, I took a look at him: He wore some working-pants (electrician or something), working boots, his bike seemed roadworthy, just the way he walked looked kinda pathetic, like you can tell he ain't got talent for sports a lot.

He was now turning his head a little, watching us out of the corner of his eye. I jokingly said: "Now he feels hunted by us, revenge!" but my girlfriend still was sceptical. At the last crossroad, we took a hard left, walking in our street on the left side of the road. He was already about to cross the street straightways, then turned his head again, and took a left to the right side of the street. THIS was the moment, I realized SOMETHING IS GOING ON HERE!!!

NOT just another day

One door before our door, there was a big transporter parked. We waited behind it for like 10 seconds (I wanted to be absolutely sure) and he crossed the street right to left, now looking back again, his eyes searching for us. Ok, no doubt, now confront the motherfucker! I started running at him, screaming "Hey" when he jumped on the bike and accelerated. Only I could show him my middle-finger from far, then he was gone.

"Ok, that was really strange" I admitted my girlfriend while we entered our flat. "But he was afraid, so I think this is no big deal anyway". I was not seeing things from a woman's perspective. She was scared. She told me, she is now afraid, because a complete stranger followed us almost to our door, he could wait there another day, all the entitled fears such a experience can give you.

Psywar

For me it was over, but for her it all started from there. She couldn't come down, she kept asking "Why?" "Why?" "Why he was looking at me so angry in the supermarket? Why he followed us? What does he want from me/us? And so on. I realized the terror, such a misleaded pornhub-victim could spread over my sweet little babygirl. Or was he just about to kill me at chance, because he had some kind of neurosis about being the better man for her? Some hardcore psycho? WTF?! I started issuing too.

Return to the crime scene

After like an hour of discussion, I told her the only thing we can do is return to the store and ask them to not delete the camera-tapes and go to the police tomorrow. What if he really waited for her one night between two cars? I didnt want to risk it.

We reached the entry, where I asked the security-guard for the store-manager. While he came from his office, out of a sudden she told me: "THAT`S THE GUY!", pointing at somebody in the row in front the cash register. "He's buying just two beers, like before." she added nervously. The security asked me, if he should call the cops, they'd be there in a minute. I disagreed and told him instead I'm going to wait in front of the shop and confront him. He was visibly nervous, but there was no way back for him.

Confrontation

When he came out, I immediately stood in front of him and asked: "Why have you been following us!?" He tried to play stupid, pretending not to know what I mean. When I repeated, he started yelling things like: "I live in this neighbourhood!" "I have done nothing wrong!" "I touched nobody!" "What do you want from me?" "Do you want money?" Lots of people from the parking lot turned heads, he obviously wanted to change roles, making everybody believe I'm the aggressor. Well, I wasn't very polite, as you can guess.

So I started screaming at him, WTF is wrong with him? Why he's scaring my girlfriend? Then he came closer than any moment before, watched deep into my eyes and said: Your girlfriend? Good for you! I haven't had a girlfriend in ten years now" and "You scare me, my hands are already shaking" holding up his really shaky hands.

I screamed back at him, he should fucking apologize to my girl, asking her to join the scene. He looked at her, said he's sorry and for looking like a the poor piece of shit he was, I believed he was actually serious about it. I told him, if this ever happen again or anything like it, the next time I'll beat the shit out of him. Face down, he jumped on the bike and left the scene.

Conclusion

Buying two beers only, coming back an hour later for buying another two beers, leads to the conclusion this is some kind of hobby for the motherfucker. Pobably, this was his way to find new "victims". Most probably he has a overdosed porn consumption. Most probably he didnt get over his ex breaking up with him. Most probably, he's angry at women in general. Most probably, he's not the kind of guy that rapes or molests women, but a guy that has mental problems for sure. And this could one day lead to molesting or worse.

He's not the power-player guy, I don't think he wants to scare women. But in his wicked mind he won't get, that he is actually doing it. Not to imagine, what can happen if such a creep explores the power he could have over children (which are completely defenseless). But this is just speculation. I don't hate him now, I even feel sorry in a way. Not for what I've done but for a guy's life gone wrong. I'm sure his life is completely fucked up. But I'm not sure it was his own fault. Again, just speculating.

If I ever meet him again, I might even ask him to talk. For having had tough situations by myself, I might be able to make him listen.

For sure, I will never think my girl is overreacting, when something similar happens. You won't go to sleep without learning something. Every single day. :)

What do you think? Did I do the right thing? Should I have called the cops? Should I have broken his nose?