{"id":832,"date":"2008-02-19T19:43:42","date_gmt":"2008-02-19T19:43:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.alexsuze.com\/?p=832"},"modified":"2008-02-19T19:44:03","modified_gmt":"2008-02-19T19:44:03","slug":"i%e2%80%99m-his-obsession","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/?p=832","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;m His Obsession"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" vspace=\"5\" align=\"left\" width=\"250\" src=\"\/images\/drive4.jpg\" hspace=\"5\" alt=\"Alexsuze.com, Suze\" height=\"208\" style=\"width: 250px; height: 208px\" title=\"Alexsuze.com, Suze\" \/>In my early years I had two guys who have been obsessed with me. One when I was about thirteen and the other when I was about sixteen.<\/p>\n<p>The first was a guy who had left school and was a little slow. He had been revisiting school during the lunch breaks, for some reason he didn&#8217;t seem to be able to detach himself when he left at 16, now seventeen he was visiting daily.<\/p>\n<p>He would stand outside the school building and talk to everyone. I was and still am for that matter a very open and caring person, certainly one who doesn&#8217;t like to upset or offend people. Therefore I would chat to him, in some ways feeling a little sorry for him.<\/p>\n<p>After a few weeks his visits to school would be mainly to see me and speak to me. And for some reason, I decided to give him my phone number. He would call me after I got home from school and chat for ages. Then eventually he asked me to meet him.<\/p>\n<p>Innocently I decided to meet him in a public place, bearing in mind that I was still under sixteen and limited in venues by my age. I decided to meet him at a local playground. We innocently chatted and I thought he was sweet.<\/p>\n<p>I told my friends all about him and they told me to be careful. I wasn&#8217;t scared of him, he never offered to hurt me any way. Days passed and I began to tire of his calls and visitation to school. My friends were quite cruel and started to ridicule both him and me and I decided to put an end to it.<\/p>\n<p>When he called I told him that he shouldn&#8217;t contact me any more. I felt dreadful and he threatened to hurt himself if I didn&#8217;t see him. When he said that something clicked and I was more determined than ever that I never wanted to see him again. I wasn&#8217;t going to be blackmailed.<\/p>\n<p>The problem with me is that I get myself in to situations because I am too soft.<\/p>\n<p>Some years later I had a similar experience. A guy who had met me through my current boyfriend took a real liking to me. Not wanting to be rude I would talk to him at the youth club and I can&#8217;t remember why but he got hold of my phone number too and would call me to chat, quite innocently.<\/p>\n<p>I think he had a kind of empathy with me because the guy I was seeing at the time was a two timer, a cheater and because I had a low self image I put up with his crap. My admirer made me feel special and I was kind of vulnerable.<\/p>\n<p>He really was a very nice guy but not at all my type. I even went to a party at his house and met his mother, his father was dead. They were a really nice family but I just didn&#8217;t fancy him. Needless to say my boyfriend eventually did the dirty on me once too often and I told him to fuck off.<\/p>\n<p>And throughout all this my admirer kept in touch and supported me. He was a great guy\u2026<\/p>\n<p>The reason I posted this was, today I think I saw him just for a fleeing moment at the traffic lights. Funny how things can spark your memory.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In my early years I had two guys who have been obsessed with me. One when I was about thirteen and the other when I was about sixteen. 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