Gettin' Freaky

Got a couple anecdotes from other folks who spoke up about being magnets for freaks or freaky stuff. First up, A. Huertas.

(You can find her Myspace site by going to MY Myspace site… she’s ANG. I’d put a link, but my lil’ Mac crashes every time I go to her site).

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Oh wow, too much to list here! Mine are all straight women with issues that will bring to mind the movie Single White Female. I was stalked by a 45 year old straight married woman that happened to have the same name as me when I was 21. When I was in High School, there was a girl that was under a psychiatrists care and she took it upon herself to decide she no longer needed her meds. She sent me death threats describing how she would mutilate my body if I went to the prom. I had a restraining order on her, went to the prom where police officers were on site and instructed to be on alert for anything or anyone suspicious around me. It kinda made it difficult for the underaged drinking and such that goes along with prom. But oh! the memories. Not to mention the most recent freak that hit on my friends and then let me know that her husband would like to have us both. I didn't want to hang out and sing kareoke at her house, so she got the ball rolling on getting me fired. I could go on with these types of things but when I do, it really makes me feel like perhaps I am not a freak magnet, but really just a bitch that people want to see die or something. I dunno, but I'm alright with being a bitch too.

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And now from the one and only A. Tamez.

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Oh.....this is SOOOOOOOOOOo me!!!

Why do freaks like me????
Ok, so last weekend I'm at a concert (journey & def leppard).

When this lady sitting behind starts harassing me. Actually, I think she was hitting on me???

Anyways, she started off with small talk like ."Do you like Journey" , "Is
that Steve Perry", "Can't wait til Def Leppard plays so I can pour some sugar on me"....(ok like what does that mean??).

Anyways, I answered her questions politely and said I was here for Def Leppard and started munching on my nachos. My husband was annoyed by her but she was harmless.
Minutes later my husband wrapped his arm around me as we listened to a slow ballad from Journey.

Out of no where she "somehow" manages to squeeze her head between us and next thing you know I'm staring at her face and she says "hey, do you want to see me dance??" I responded and said "Um, no thanks...you can dance for
some one else" and turned around in my chair to face the stage.

Next thing I know her face is next to mine again and this time trying to kiss me....Security heard me "bitch her out and escorted her out".

Good thing because Def Leppard was about to set stage!!!!

Now my husband is nervous & jealous. He's like "now I have to be worried about both sexes after you!"


Oh well.....that's life in my world!

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Well ladies, the way I see it, since neither sex is ever after me, I figure you’re just sort of ensuring the, uh, karmic balance and all.

Or something.

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So anyone who has stories to tell please feel free to share them. I find this all pretty damn amusing.

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Kelli comes home Saturday.

You could say we’re ready.