Not all of the guys that we meet here at London escorts are nice guys. I have met a couple of creepy ones, and I now make sure that I look out for the creepy ones. You soon get the idea. They are normally the ones who turn up very late at night and don’t seem to have any to go to the next day. If I meet a guy and think that he is too creepy, I simply tell my boss so that I don’t have to seem him again. Let’s put it this way, I have learned my lesson.
About a year ago, when I had first joined this https://londonxcity.com/escorts London escorts service, I ended up dating this guy. At first, I found a but unusual shall we say, but he soon grew on me. I just took him for a nerd who like to work at home, and keep himself to himself. Anyway, we started to have a pretty good time together and we were soon seeing other a couple of days per week. That was perhaps a warning sign but I honestly just thought that he was a nice shy guy.
After we had been dating for about two months, I thought that I could see him in other places that I go to after having finished my shift at London escorts. At first it was just a glance, and I was not sure if I had seen him at all. When I went to the supermarket, I often used to think that I could see him in the next aisle or something like that. But, I came to the conclusion that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. Now, I wish that I would have paid more attention to what my gut instinct was telling me.
It went on for a while and I carried on working at Londonxcity.com London escorts as per usual. But, I did feel like somebody was watching me all of the time. One evening when I finished my shift I just knew that he was following me. I sort of felt his presence, and sure enough, there he was. At the time, I did not pay too much attention, but I did mention it to my friends. The following night the same thing happened and I was not getting a little bit concerned, so I decided to tell him about it.
When I told he denied that he was following me around. From his face, I could tell that he was lying and I asked him to stop. I also told that I could not date him any more at London escorts. He seemed to take it well, a little bit too well if you ask me. That night, I noticed that he did not follow me, but another guy did. It carried on, and I was now sure that I was being followed by all sorts of guys. In the end, I ended up going to the police. To my amazement, they knew that a group of stalkers were operating in the area. It turned out that my date was a serial stalker, and a member of a group they called professional stalkers. Nothing could be creepier, and I ended up moving out of the area.