Well folks, we've got ourselves another nutcase. Earlier last year I picked up a guy at the DC Union Station coming from New York that wanted to wrestle me. We had tried to meet for months. I brought him out to my place, wrestled, and were having fun...then he flipped out and became verbally abusive before we went to bed (and not in a good way). Telling me he didn't want to hear about my film, and just being extremely disrespectful and condescending. I got silent waiting for his "moment" to pass.The next day I took him out to breakfast, gave him a free book and video, and took him all the way back into the Union Station and waited for his train with him. After he was gone I was a bit angry with myself for letting someone be so downright disrespectful to me, especially when I was hosting him. But I wanted to be the best host, and knew I wouldn't have to see him again.
Well, I got home and noticed my favorite white speedos were gone. The ones pictured here that I wrestled in the Scissorcams with, etc. It clicked in my head that he had told me how much he'd get off to those clips. I looked and looked and never found them.
Yesterday he tried to rejoin my site and list himself in the directory. I confronted him with my suspicions and wanting my speedos back, and low and behold, he said he had them. He claimed "I planted them" in his bag for him to have. Oh lord. He said he'd send them back to me in a week or so.
This morning I realized that I didn't want anyone else to get caught up with this person, so I removed his listing and sent him an email telling him why. He immediately called my home (god, he kept my phone number) and left a message on my answering machine, and he now says he "threw my speedos away" because he wanted nothing to do with me after he left my house. And here he is trying to rejoin my site. The phone message and emails have been kept on file, just in case.
I don't think I've ever publicly talked about some of the people I've met, because these things should be private; but I thought it was necessary for me to write something about this to warn other people. Really get to know the people you meet before letting them in your house. Even if you hit it off well on the phone, talk often before meeting. And don't let them stay the night on the first visit.
I think most people are generally good and want to have a good time like everyone else, but there are still some rather oddballs out there running low on their lithium supplies. What pisses me off the most is I miss my speedos! I got them in exchange for a video at Okie Rumble a few years ago, and they were my first pair. Sigh.
Vic
3 comments:
Vic,
we live and learn huh? Thanks for the honesty and sharing for others to learn from.
EbonySteel
I have never had a stalker, but I have run into quite a few "limp dicks", which is the term I have used to refer to "flakes" for the past 20 years. One of my worst flake experiences (late 1980's) was when a guy from Baltimore convinced me to buy a plane ticket to fly up for a wrestling weekend with him. We had talked quite few times and I thought he was the real deal. Boy, was I ever mistaken. The night before I was to take the plane to Baltimore, at 8am the next morning, we talk and he says we have to postpone the trip because he has to work "blah, blah, blah", etc. So I had to eat the price of a plane ticket ($250 in the late 80's, which was alot of money to me then). I later talked with a guy from Pennsylvania who had "wrestled" him and he said just to count it as $250 worth of valuable experience learned. He said that the guy was a total dud. I have been more careful over the years, though I still run into the occassional limp dick who can talk a good game, but comes up with a mountain of excuses when it gets right down to doing anything.
VIC. YOU'RE A NEAT SON-OF-A-GUN. TERRY
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