I was at a jazz lounge with a friend listening to some live jazz one Saturday night. It was a great show. The place was quite crowded but my girlfriend and I had managed to get there early and find seats at a table. Midway through the show she tells me that there is this guy standing behind me. Later on the guy asks if he could sit at the table with us. We all had a great time that night as we continued to enjoy the show. (thanks Becky!!!!!) Tracy was a perfect gentleman and it was if we had all known each other forever. He walked us both to the car and thanked us for allowing him to sit with us. He gave us his phone number and told us to stay in touch with him as he seemed to stay abreast of all the jazz happenings in the area. I decided to call Tracy the next day to thank him for being such a great gentleman but to my surprise, I realized that I never saved his number. (I have since learned how to save numbers in my phone, thank you) I was just going to chalk it up to "oh well, I met a nice guy that I will probably never see again." Becky talked to Tracy a few days later and she told me he asked about me and to tell me he had a great time. I told her I would have called except I didn't save his number. Wouldn't you believe it? She gave me the number! I immediately called him and we ended up talking forever, as if we had known each forever. That following day after the phone conversation, we met for lunch. Tracy and I became really good friends and I cherish the fact that we started our relationship based on a great friendship. And the rest (as they say) is history!

I was minding my business at this jazz club when I realized I was being stalked by these two women at this table. I tried to ignore the stares but then Vanessa got bold and asked me to sit with them. She even hinted that if I didnt, that wouldn't be the last time I'd see them and that it would be in my best interest to have a seat. Her girlfriend kept me distracted when all of a sudden Vanessa's hand was on my leg. I tried to adjust my position in my seat but she didnt move her hand at all. So to keep everything cool I sat there throughout the show. When the show ended, I tried to make a break for the door, but Vanessa's friend Becky had somehow gotten under the table and tied my shoe strings together. That led to a fall! Then I looked up at the door and Vanessa was already there waiting; I had no choice but to get up and walk out with them. I walked them (against my will) to their car when Becky suggested that I give them my number. I tried to give a fake number, but Vanessa immediately googled the number that I gave. Busted! So I gave in to the stalkers. And thats how it all begain. Help me sombody!!!!

P.S. Read Vanessa's story to get a more accurate idea of what really happened.