Showing posts with label Stalkers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stalkers. Show all posts

Monday, July 29, 2013

Who the Fuck is this Bottom-Feeding Losery Stalker Groupie Douche?!?

So apparently I did not get the memo that today is National Act Like a Douchey Fucktard Toward Niki Slik Day.. I'm already dealing with some other bullshit and this wackass fucker decides to stalk my semi-abandoned DJ profile and post comments that, while I find amusing, are just extra.

The first one was this below.. which I'm not mad at. In fact, I take it as a compliment. I am fine as fuck and I know lots of dudes who'd love to get up in my ass because I have a nice ass. However, it is somewhat inappropriate to post on my DJ page. If you're really trying to get it, that is something you should privately message me about. Just sayin.






However, the second comment he made several minutes later was what made me be like What. The. Fuck? I deleted if off my page and then kicked myself for not screen-shotting it first. But thank God for email that even includes pics. Nothing you post on the internet is ever really gone.


Technically, he's not wrong... It's just that any time prior to today when a dude has called me something like that, it's typically been behind closed doors while I had a mouthful of their cock and was meant in a much more loving, encouraging way. I tend to call them thoroughly degrading names as well while they return the favor... also out of love and encouragement because dudes like that shit. It's all in good fun.



 For real though, can't I be both an iconic social figure and a dick-slurping whore? I consider myself both and I don't think that's a bad thing. A lot of men would find that awesome and it explains why I'm such a catch. What dude can't appreciate a multi-talented woman with a massive love of giant D? Any dude who has been on the receiving end of my fellatio seems to love that about me.



I'm pretty sure dick-slurping whore is actually listed among my many credentials. If not, I'll take that oversight under advisement. But obviously this talent and fondness is more of a recreational past time than one I've used for business purposes to advance my music career. I do kick myself for not being more of a dick-slurping whore in the rave/club scene though because I'd probably be a super famous world-touring DJ and producer by now if I had been... or at least a lot further along than I am.



Anyway, here is this dumb fucker's Facebook profile...






He's actually somewhat tragic looking with bad skin, kind of a jacked face, and an outdated emo haircut.


I'm just trying to figure out who this dude is and why he felt the need to internet stalk my DJ page to make comments. Clearly I must be an iconic social figure who has truly reached at least D-Level celebrity status to necessitate stalker groupie activity. 



 It's pretty obvious he has a small penis. I'm wondering if maybe I refused to slurp his dick based on the inadequacy of his endowment and laughed in his face while I was drunk because he asked me if it was big enough for me like he expected it was the biggest dick I've ever seen (like the Mayor of Titty City) or something thus offending him to the point he felt the need to stalk my page and embarrass me I guess. I'm actually trying to be better about that.



It seems further investigation is required so I will be tagging the 2 mutual friends I share with this random, small-dicked loser fan to see if they can perhaps shed some light on what this dude's major malfunction might be. Funny thing is, I'm not exactly sure how I know both of them either.


Thursday, June 27, 2013

ATTENTION: STALKER ALERT!!! BIG RED FLAGS!!! HUGE RED FLAGS!!!

So just in case you thought I was kidding about having 7 Evil Stalkers/Stage 5 Clingers in my post Adventures in Dating: Seemingly Desperate Dudes Who Weird Me Out, here is a prime example of a situation which has now escalated and makes me THANK GOD I own a gun....

Remember the dude I referred to in Why Does Dating Suck? Cause Dudes Be Trippin That's Why! who threw up the BIG RED FLAGS?!?! Well, I don't remember if I mentioned this, but I did hear from him again and was forced to block him on both PoF and the Sprint website for my phone. 


But somehow he managed to find me on Facebook and sent me a friend request either late last night or early this morning.

He is the top one, Rusty Evans... I was like "Noooooo... Can't be the same dude."  


So I checked out his profile and sure enough, it totally is the same guy... What a fucking psycho?! For real, did he think he could trick me into accepting his friend request so he could step the stalking up a notch? Please take a moment to familiarize yourself with these pictures I screenshotted from his Facebook profile. Should I disappear and my dead body drifts onto the shores of the Potomac River, this dude is the prime suspect at this point...



I also took it to the interwebz on a real computer so I could get a bigger pic to show you guys...




Here is the message I sent him before I blocked him on Facebook:
"I don't know how you found me on Facebook but you have crossed a serious line. I told you before to leave me alone and not to contact me again for any reason. I've already had to block your phone number and profile on PoF. I will also be blocking you on Facebook. If you did not understand before then I will say it one last time...
LEAVE ME ALONE AND DO NOT TRY TO CONTACT ME AGAIN FOR ANY REASON. IF YOU DO, I WILL CONTACT THE POLICE TO FILE HARASSMENT CHARGES AND OBTAIN A RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST YOU."
I blocked him as soon as I sent the message. But he must have been sitting on his phone looking out like a hawk because he's a stalker and has no life beyond harassing me apparently. Here is his response...




LOVE how he tried to make it seem like I must be crazy and conceited. There is no way an Invite All would work to find my account. My cellphone number is not associated with my Facebook profile nor posted in my contact info for a reason. Also, the email address connected to my PoF profile isn't the same one I use for Facebook. Even if it were, he didn't know any of them. So how the fuck did he find me?

My friend Jeannie thinks he Catfished me. I spent more time today than I care to admit trying to figure out how he could use pictures and just my first name to find me. Special shout out and thank you to Brandon for being my awesome, super sexy guinea pig who let me attempt to Catfish hunt his profile down even though it didn't work. 

I will have to do a follow-up post about Catfishing because there are a CRAP TON of crazy ways people can use just your pictures to find your social media profiles on the interwebz. The only thing I can figure is he used one of my PoF pics on Google Images search and found my blog then found my Facebook profile through some serious recon he could've been doing for the past couple months. Guess I need to change some pics around and watch what I say a little more to safeguard my private life.

In the meantime, while I totally <3 y'all, please do not take the liberty to try to add my Facebook profile. I have a Facebook page dedicated to the blog that needs "Likes" and I promise starting today I'll be better about updating it more frequently. So please check out my Miss Slik's Guide to Gracefully Faking It Through Life Facebook Page and hit the Like button.