Around my mid-thirties, a second stalker came into view. I refer to him as "Cowboy Boots". He actually asked my mom for my hand in marriage without ever "formally" meeting me! There was absolutely NOTHING between us- not even a "friendship"! What gets me is that my mom liked him! Huh?! Yes, she liked him because he was "formal" (went to her first and asked for permission to "court" me), plus she didn't want me to live alone (I was living on my own, and by myself now) or stay "single". So she gave him permission to "court" me, but all he did was "stalk" me.
He would go to the hospital where my father was (long term care) and just stare at me, he never uttered a single word to me. Huh?! Just stared, held his hand (nevrves) and talked to my mom. And because I didn't "like" him, I didn't help by openning up a conversation with him. Instead I even made it more difficult for him, as soon as I heard those cowboy boots, and smelled his cologne (stong stuff!) I would quickly enclose myself with my father(pull the curtain around) and then ignore Cowboy Boots. There were times that as soon as he arrived at my father's bedside, I would kiss my parents good night and leave. My mother couldn't understand why I didn't like "cowboy boots" and why I was so rude to him.
There were a few times when Cowboy Boots actually followed me out the hospital, yet he never said one word to me!! I would get into my car, he into his, and he would follow me!! However, I dare not go home- I did NOT want him to know where I lived!
On Christmas Eve, he stopped by the hospital to give me a "present" (wrist watch)- I received it and said, "Thank you" but only because my mom was "threatening" me. Once Cowboy Boots left, I gave the gift to my mom and told her the gift was hers!
I was walking in late to Mass one time, and by "bad" luck Cowboy Boots was also late. Yes, he sat a pew in front of me! At the "Sign of Peace" he grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go! I was so furious with him! The people around me were aghast- I was telling him to let go of me, and he wouldn't!
How did this end? I made him believe I was a "whore"!! Yes, a "whore"... He followed me to see where I would go after leaving my father's bedside. I knew he was following me, so I purposely led him to my (then) boyfriend's home.
Este era el cuento de "el de la botita". Otro "loco" que me anduvo persiguiendo- CHIN***! Sólo que este le pidió permiso a mi mamá para "formalizar" una relación conmigo...SIN MI CONSENTIMIENTO!! Ni siquiera lo conocía!! Mi mamá le dió permiso- si, así como lo ven- LE DIO PERMISO! Saben porqué? Que porque él me queria, y ella (mi madre) no queria que yo viviera sola (yo ya en mi propio departamento) ó que me quedará soltera! Cómo la ven?
Para este tiempo, mi papá estaba internado en el hospital, y este "pretendiente" a quien le puse "el de la botita" (siempre usaba botas de vaquero y tiene los pies chiquitos) iba ahi a buscarme. Pues yo, cada vez que oía las "botas" y olía la colonia (se echaba toda la botella) me encerraba con mi papá y no salía. Mi mamá me decía de cosas- majadera, mala, etc. El parecía que era "mudo"- no me hablaba, sólo se me queda viendo y se agarraba las manos (nervios!). Y claro, como yo no queria nada con él, yo no hacia ningún intento en abrir alguna conversacíon. No queria nada con él! Yo sólo contestaba su saludo, y punto- nada mas! Cada vez que me daba regalos, se los daba a mi mamá diciendole que era su amigo, y no el mio.
Una vez entraba tarde a misa, y por mi mala suerte me lo encuentro a la entrada de la iglesia. Me siguió y se sentó cerca de mi (banca enfrente)- yo enfadad! A la hora de la "Paz", me agarro la mano y no me la soltaba!! Yo le peleaba con él, y él necio en no dejarme libre!! Que espectacúlo en plena misa!! Por fin me dejo libre...
Muchas veces cuando él iba al hospital (mi papá), en cuanto el llegaba, yo me despedia de mis padres. En algunas ocasiones, él se iba de tras de mí, y cómo sabía que me persiguía, yo no me iba a casa! Yo no quería que el supiera donde vivía!
Se estarán preguntando: Cómo termino el asunto con "el de la botita"? Una noche, después de la visita en el hospital con mi padre, el mi siguió y yo lo deje seguirme. Como sabía que me seguía, me fui a casa de mi aquel entonces "novio". "El de la botita" pensó lo peor de mi- que era una "cualquiera" y ya no me pretendió.