Super Stalkers: A Lesson in Red Flags and Escape Routes

I don’t recall ever being stalked so relentlessly—but here we are.

A few weeks ago, I went to my friend’s house for her husband’s birthday party. He’s a DJ for a local Latino promotions company, so as expected, the music was blasting, the backyard was full, and the energy was wild.

I brought along a coworker I adore—we’ll call her Dory. She’s much younger than me, and although she’s strong and confident, I tend to be a bit protective. Still, I let her do her thing.

We were just standing by the wall when two guys approached and asked us to dance. I love to dance, so of course, I said yes. What we didn’t expect was for these guys to instantly latch on to us. They bought drinks, asked questions, blocked other guys from approaching, and even started taking pictures with us like we were a couple.

One of them asked Dory if we were going to the club after the party. She looked to me for backup, and since I was already dressed for the night, I said I’d go to keep an eye out.

The Plot Twist

We went to Dory’s place so she could change, then met the guys at the club. Once we were inside, things unraveled. We found out Dory’s guy had a girlfriend. We confronted him, and of course, he denied it over and over.

Why do guys think we won’t find out? If you're part of the local club scene, word travels fast.

Meanwhile, my guy was doing the most—pushing drinks on me all night. I could tell exactly what he was hoping for, but thankfully, I have a sixth sense for ulterior motives. Let’s just say he wasn’t going to get what he came for.

By the end of the night, I was exhausted. I asked Dory if we could leave, and she was ready to go too. We didn't tell them we were leaving—petty? Maybe. But necessary. If you’re going to lie and flirt with other women, don’t expect me to play nice.

The Stalker Moment

Dory dropped me off at my car. I started heading home, and just as I was relaxing… I looked to my left at a red light.
It was them. In their car. Right next to me.

I froze but kept driving—and thank God, I found a turnoff and escaped.

It Didn’t End There…

On Monday, Dory told me her guy had been texting her all weekend. One message stood out:

“Can you give your friend my number?”

Absolutely not. No way was I inviting that kind of crazy into my life.

Weeks later, I ended up at the same club again, and guess who showed up? Yup, them. Fortunately, I was with someone else, so I ignored them completely.

Even funnier? My friend who works the door told me they’d been asking her for my number too.

All I can say is…
Wow.
And every time I go out now, I make sure I have a solid escape route.