It'd be exciting to have a stalker again ...

When I was 18, I had a stalker. He would make fake Facebook accounts and send me pictures he'd secretly taken of me walking down the street or at work. He'd message me things like "you looked pretty

today" and that he knew where I lived. It went on for weeks. I was scared, so I kept blocking the accounts and eventually deleted my Facebook entirely.

Come to find out ... I knew exactly who it was.

He was an older, married regular customer at my job. Always very sweet, well-dressed in a suit. He had memorized my walking route to work and was the one taking those photos and sending the creepy messages.

I only realized it when he came into the store one day and casually asked, "Why did you delete your

Facebook?" ... How would he have known that unless he was the one messaging me?

The pieces clicked instantly.

Now, years later ... part of me finds the whole thing strangely exciting. The attention, the obsession, knowing he was watching me ... I can't stop thinking about what sick things he probably did with those pictures of me.

Would you stalk me?

Would you secretly take pictures, watch me, and tell me how pretty I look while I have no idea it's you?

I love the thrill of that kind of dangerous attention now ...

(Real experience from when I was 18, now 20F)