I did mannequin modeling at the local mall when I was a teenager. I was amused by the people that would stop and stare, but there was always one jerk who would stop and try and make me break my stance by whispering something dirty right in my face. They usually had some creepy mustache and a hint of alcohol on their breath. I guess I looked 'legal' even though I was 16 which I guess gave these sleeze bags the idea that it was ok to be offensive to a stranger who was just doing a job modeling clothing. It didn't take me long to learn that if you put your body out there in any way you were considered a 'whore', and free game to abuse. I carried no sign that said "Please do not Harrass The Model", it was expected of the patrons to just know that, but they didn't in the 80's in spite of people thinking things were better when we were younger. My parents always hung around to keep an eye on me when I was working, and my father was always good about coming over to these jerks and asking them if they had a problem, usually they slinked away but there was one that tried to get my dad in on the fun not realizing he was my father. That was the last time I did mannequin modeling.
Fast forward to now. A person by the name of "MO" keeps trying to contact me. He's left 53 messages over the course of two weeks, emails, called the front desk multiple times every day and it was wearing the people I work with down. They do an awesome job screening potential stalkers but after a while its just not fair to leave the abuse up to them. Stalkers get crazy when they don't get their way, and this one comes with a history of stalking radio personalities. I can't tell you how many times people have said "Oh MO is calling you? Good luck with that, I finally had to blow up at him to get him to stop."
So today he left a message at the front desk that he needed to talk to me ASAP. I decided I was done. I called him and asked him what he wanted, and talking as if he was annoyed with me he said he wanted to bring me lunch, he was in the area and wanted to know what I wanted. For two weeks, this person has been on a mission to bring me lunch...how is that not creepy? I don't know him, except that he has a history of stalking dj's and eventually having arguments with them. I explain to him that he has a history that speaks for his character and that I am a married woman with no interest in meeting him nor do I have any interest in what he has to give to me. His attentions are not welcome, or desired. One would think that would be enough, but he attempted to plead his case whereupon I told him that only a crazy person would do such a thing so I was going to say this, "You are not going to contact me any longer or try to see me...yes?" His reply, "I hear you". That wasn't going to work, so I repeated "You are not going to contact me any longer or try to see me, the only correct reply right now is 'Yes' Mo...what is your answer?" He said "Yes" and I sure hope he meant it. I have enough anger built up from creeps like this that he'll have no idea what hit him should he attempt to break his promise.