Mike, as your friend I feel obligated to warn you about a woman I’ve recently had the displeasure of encountering. Her name is Stacey and let me tell you, she lives up to her nickname of “Wife Crazy Stacey”. I’m still recovering from the utter insanity of it all, so pour yourself a drink and let me tell you the tale.
Wife Crazy Stacey
It all started about a week ago when I was at my usual Friday night spot – Tim’s Bar & Grill. I was nursing a beer and watching the game like I do every weekend. That’s when I noticed her – a woman sitting alone, staring intently at her phone. She had long blonde hair, was dressed pretty casually in jeans and a t-shirt, and I’d estimate she was in her late 20s/early 30s. Nothing really stood out about her at first glance but oh boy, was I in for a ride.
As the friendly guy that I am, I figured I’d go introduce myself since she was flying solo. Big mistake. Before I even sat down, she launched into the interrogation. “My name is Stacey. What do you do for work? Are you single? Why haven’t you settled down yet?” The questions were firing at lightspeed. I barely had a chance to stutter out my name before she drilled me about my job, salary, family history, you name it. Major red flags were going up but I tried to play it cool.
That’s when Stacey turned on the charm, going on and on about how she’s an “independent woman” who’s ready for a “real man to commit”. Between the lines, it was obvious she had me pegged as her target. Usually I wouldn’t mind the attention but something about Stacey gave me serious creeper vibes. Still, I tried to politely end the conversation and return to my pals. Big mistake, as that’s when the real wife crazy behavior started to shine through.
Stacey Makes Me Her New Hobby
You’d think after that uncomfortable first meeting, I’d never see Stacey again. Nope, she was like a pesky bug I couldn’t swat away. Everywhere I went – the grocery store, the gym, even my favorite coffee shop – there she was. It was unreal. And anytime we’d “run into each other”, the interrogation would start all over. “What are you up to today? Who are you with? Where are you going after this?” Jeez lady, relax! We talked once like a week ago.
It didn’t stop there. All of a sudden, Stacey was inviting herself to tag along on all my social outings. One night me and the guys went for pizza after our basketball game. Big mistake letting Stacey tag along because next thing I knew, she had charmed/intimidated all their numbers out of my friends. Then she started grilling them relentlessly about our “deepest darkest secrets”. The poor guys were terrified of Stacey from that point on. I was horrified but also found it oddly hilarious. This woman was a force to be reckoned with, that’s for sure.
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Stacey’s Obsession Goes to 11
By this point, I’d had more than enough of Stacey’s overly-attached antics. I thought distancing myself would send the message but she just wouldn’t take a hint. That’s when things took an even crazier turn. Stacey started showing up at my apartment unannounced, bringing baked goods as a way to “check up” on me. One night I came home to find her sitting in her car OUTSIDE MY BUILDING, just waiting for me to arrive. Completely unsolicited neighborhood watch, so weird and uncomfortable.
She even began harassing my coworkers for information about me! I’ll never forget the day my boss pulled me into his office with wide eyes, telling me about Stacey’s erratic visit. Apparently she came marching into our office demanding to know my schedule, projects, even who I’d been chatting with. Yikes! It was clear Stacey had gone fully off the deep end, crossed every boundary, and was displaying a scary lack of respect for personal space, privacy and social cues. I was honestly afraid of what she might do next in her quest to make me her man.
Taking Matters Into My Own Hands
At this point, I knew I had to do something drastic before Stacey’s behavior escalated any further. I drafted up the mother of all rejection letters, clearly stating I was not interested in pursuing anything further and asking her to respect my boundaries going forward. It pained me to be so blunt but desperate times called for desperate measures with this one. I sent it to Stacey via certified mail so I had proof she received it, then crossed my fingers this would do the trick.
For a few blissful weeks, there was silence. I thought maybe she’d finally gotten the message. But of course, with Wife Crazy Stacey, there was more to come. She started calling and leaving increasingly erratic voicemails – crying, yelling, even threatening self-harm if I didn’t return her calls. Yikes city! By then I’d completely blocked her number but it was nervewracking not knowing what she might do next in her obsessive quest for a relationship. Thankfully she didn’t try any further contact but it was hands down the weirdest dating situation I’ve ever encountered.
Lessons Learned From Wife Crazy Stacey
In the end, Stacey definitely lived up to her nickname. The tales of her extreme clinginess, boundary-stomping and unwarranted affection live on forever in infamy among my friend group. From that whole saga I learned some valuable lessons: trust your instincts if someone gives off creeper vibes early on, be very cautious about giving too many personal details to strangers no matter how charming, and don’t be afraid to set firm boundaries even if it ruffles feathers.
Most of all, I hope you heed my warning about keeping an eye out for Stacey! Lord knows she might be fixating on a new target. I’d hate for you to innocently spark her wrath like I did. Stay safe out there fellas, and be wary of any blondes at the bar interrogating you a little too intensely! Wife Crazy Stacey is out there lurking, and her antics are certainly memorable ones. Consider yourself forewarned!
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FAQs
Is this all really true or are you exaggerating?
I kid you not, every word of this story is true. Stacey was either mentally unwell or genuinely thought harassing me would make me like her. It was one of the strangest dating experiences of my life.
What if I run into Stacey? Any tips on how to handle her?
Politely but firmly end any interaction, do not give her any personal details, and be prepared to walk away or call emergency services if she becomes aggressive or threatening. Stacey has shown she cannot respect boundaries.
How did you finally get rid of her?
It took a very direct certified letter clearly stating I was not interested and asking her not to contact me again. Even that didn’t fully work – I had to block her number when the harassment continued via voicemail. Staying no contact was key.
Do you think she’ll fixate on someone else now?
Based on her erratic behavior, it’s certainly possible Stacey will transfer her obsession to a new target unfortunately. All you can do is keep an eye out and warn any man she interacts with about how to establish firm boundaries.
Any other tips for avoiding a Stacey situation?
Trust your gut if someone seems off during your first meeting. Give minimal personal details, meet in public places, and end interactions politely but quickly if you aren’t feeling it. Prioritize your safety and privacy above politeness if someone won’t take no for an answer.
