Hey All,<P>One of Lora's post was talking about her attempt at stalking. Buffy responded with a story about how she did some stalking .... so I thought it would be fun to share all our stories regarding the lengths we'll (BS) go to to know what our WS's are up to.<P>We need some stress relief, you all agree?<P>So please add your funny and ridciulous stories regarding stalking to this post.<P>I Love you all,<P>Jo<P><BR>p.s. Leilana, I especially want to hear from YOU, I really could use a good laugh today!<P>------------------<BR>Josie_Res@Hotmail.com<P>"Remain flexible like a reed, as opposed to an oak which can snap in the wind"<BR><p>[This message has been edited by Resilient (edited September 24, 2000).]

Okay, I'll start it off ...<P>Well, I use to snoop in my H's van and his wallet whenever the opportunity arose. Once I found a ticket for picking up developed film in his wallet, so I took it.<P>I called the number on the stub and found out where the store was located that had the pix. My girlfriend and I went to the store that evening and picked up the pix. We went thru them right there in the parking lot. I was very disappointed to learn there weren't any pix of the OW in them. Then my girlfriend went back into the store and told the clerk that these were not her pix, that they gave her the wrong ones. She then made up some ridiculous last name like "Merintutuhops" to throw the clerk off and of course the clerk couldn't find any pix with that last name.<P>This is just a small sample of my stalking efforts.<P>Jo<p>[This message has been edited by Resilient (edited September 24, 2000).]

I knew where my H's ex-ow lived so I called the tax assessor's office to get the names on the deed. I then called the county to find out when they got married-she told my H it was 10 years earlier but in fact it was almost a year after their son was born. Opened my H's eyes...even her own husband didn't want to marry her when she came up pregnant. All of this is public records so no law is broken.<P>You can call anywhere and claim to be the mayor's secretary or an employee of "mumble,mumble." It's amazing what people will tell you over the phone. Companies are accustomed to getting inquiries about employment, credit status, etc.

Well, I don't know that this is funny, but it is about the only snooping effort I made that bore results.<P>Summer of 99 I had been getting lots of hang up calls whenever my husband and I were together and *69 had given me the number. When I dialed it, though, I got this tone like a fax machine or computer had picked up. So, one weekend, I went around to the different shops near where slug worked at the time and asked if they had a fax number - I gave various reasons, and got all of the fax numbers. None of them matched. I even had a friend of mine at work call the place slug worked to get the fax number... where I work, we do business with them regularly (gag).<P>So, I happened to be talking to my sister, who works as a 911 dispatcher. She could have looked it up for me, but that could get her in trouble, so I did not ask her. However, she mentioned that the fax like tone was what a pay phone would give if it was set to not receive incoming phone calls. A light went on in my head!<P>About 3 am, I took a ride up to the little strip mall where slug worked, and I called myself from the pay phone right outside of the shop where she worked. Then I went home and looked at the call record. BINGO! I kept that knowledge to myself, and that is when I got caller ID. That way, no matter whether I was with him or not, I would not answer the phone if it was from that number... let her think what she would about that!<P>------------------<BR>terri<BR><B>Courage</B><P>Whatever course you decide upon,<BR>there is always someone to tell you<BR>that you are wrong.<P>There are always difficulties arising<BR>which tempt you to believe that your <BR>critics are right.<P>To map out a course of action <BR>and follow it to an end <BR>requires courage.<P><I>Ralph Waldo Emerson</I>

Good one Terri!<P>I knew that about some pay phones, I had the same experience. You're one smart cookie!<P>What drives me crazy are the caller ID calls that come in as "Unavailable". I do have call blocking but have realized that some calls (cell phones, some pay phones and business phones) return that "unavailable" display. <P><BR>Okay folks, lets hear it ... tell us about your stalking experiences.<P>Jo<p>[This message has been edited by Resilient (edited September 24, 2000).]

jo, hey, what do you mean my "attempt" at stalking? Wasn't that good enough?<BR>Lora<P>

Seeing double, Lora?<P>Yes it was.<BR>Yes it was.<P>I'm at home telecomuting to work. I wish I could go out and play. Hope it starts raining so I won't feel left out.<P>Jo

One of my recent favorites was taking W's cell phone out of her pocket book and turning it on and hitting the send button.<P>Ofcourse last number called was OM. I got his cell phone voice mail and said:<P>"Hey Rick, it's Jay. Gimme a call babe."<P>

I just went for a Sunday drive one afternoon, (an actual Sunday), and drove by OMs house, just to see if wife was there. I didn't see the car, and was very surprised, as I had been told about all these elaborate and confusing errands that she had to do (which is always a giveaway). Low and behold, as I drove by the intersection leading out of his place, there they were in his car, and she did a swan dive. When I confronted about it, she informed me she was just being considerate....didn't want me to be embarressed for going to look for her, so hiding would avoid that.

Wow Rick and Jay,<P>Nice to see the dudes are also subseptable to the stalking bug.<P>Jay:<BR>You have elephant b*lls! I would never be able to leave a msg for the OW like yours. You're my hero!<P>Rick:<BR>Man, they sure do think of everything, what a lame excuse. What is that golden rule for "infidelity" ...... Deny, Deny, Deny!<P>If the WS wanted to do this and they're gonna anyway, why not just be honest so we (the BS) can decide for ourselves what we want to do about it. It's such a bloody stupid game. Guess some of the intrigue is sneaking around. What a sick way to get your jollies.<P>Jo<P>

Well her are afew snooping goofs I made during the first 6 months post affair, during my hypervigilant stage.<P>I was carefully going over the credit card statement. I found the name of a store I had never heard of in a town sort of far away. It obviously sounded like a gift type store. I even called information, got the number and called the store to try and get info on what type of store it was. Just as I was getting ready to pick up the phone and question H I realized that I had purchased an item at a craft show on that day. Sure enough that store was owned by the artist I bought the item from so the charges were run through the store.<P>One night H had to call a woman from work about something. He had her # written down so I copied it and put it in my wallet. I was trying to ask sneaky questions about her. He did say she was married but not much else (except to explain whatever boring reason he was calling her). Luckily he never suspected I was thinking suspicious thought or he would have laughed at me. I met the woman (and her H) afew weeks later. She was a very nice Grandma type woman in her 60s who very much resembled Aunt Bee from Andy Griffith lol.<P>I found a receipt from a grocery store (in the dryer) not in our town, the time was in the middle of the day and it was for a bunch of junk food and beer. I was getting all worked up about it thinking "What was he doing there in the middle of the day, buying this stuff?" Then I remembered that the last person who had used the dryer was my brother who was housesitting for us over the weekend while we were away. H lives where the store was, works at night and eats lots of junk food and beer! It's funny but sad how our imaginations can run away wiht us after theses things happen. Luckily I caught myself each time before I started LBing!

Hi everyone,<P>This is the first time I am posting here. But, when I saw your topic, I could not resist. I have done plenty of snooping but I want to tell you about my latest "high tech" stunt.<P>When I first found out my H was cheating on me, it was through a business card that he dropped on the floor in our bedroom. The card had an e-mail address. When I confronted my H, he admonished me for being so suspicious (yeah, right ...) and told me that the person on the card was a 60-year old woman who sold paintings.<P>Well after learning that this was, in fact, a woman my H was having an affair with, he admitted everything and broke it off. <P>To make sure that he would keep his promise to me, I contacted her by e-mail and told her I was starting my own business and needed some paintings. She wrote back that "she did not sell paintings" that she just had the cards made up as calling cards.<P>From there, we developed an internet friendship and I was able to verify whether he was telling me the truth about breaking up with her.<P>The affair has been over for five months and the woman still writes me every week ... she likes me!<P>- Heavenly

Okay maybe this was low but it wasnt intended that way initially. I created a ficticous email account and contacted H at work as "I finally found you" He admitted he was not the right person and struck up a friendship with her (me). I proceeded to ask all pertinent questions as any office romances, whats your wife like,(I got dogged)bum., and has he ever cheated on me. It was very eyeopening and painful. But I am glad I got the info as he reports to other women, he even told me how excited I made him, if he only new he fell for his wife AGAIN. Bust on him.

Another one under the heading "of they're doing things they used to despise."<P>I found a number (not the OM's) on W's cell phone bill. OM is only up this way for the warm months, so he doesn't have a "home" up here. He is staying at "somebody's" place. Anyway, I did reverse number lookup and found the address. I had my brother drive by there (as I am 3 hours away) on a Sunday morning when W was AWOL. Her Mercedes was in the driveway next to a Chevy Nova (1970's model) on cinder blocks. The house was a large one in a nice neighborhood, but this property has the grass about 8 inches high, no landscaping to speak of, and that NOVA.<P>Our place is always immaculate (only way wife would have it). W is also anal retentive about cleaning up (a glass stays on the counter for maybe 10 seconds). I can only imagine what lurked inside this place. I think it's all guys living there. W is an early riser, but I can't imagine the occupants of this place would be. Maybe she was up cleaning ashtrays or something.<P>It's hard to picture her hanging out in a dump like this place, but then again, these WS's are robotic like intoxicated "Stepford Wives."<P>Jay B.

Last year when my wife was back for a week, she stopped by the house to talk with the girls. She called wankboy from my phone. She used her calling card.<P>OOPS! I left the recorder on to record all phone calls. She left a message on his voicemail, "be home soon, blah, blah, blah. Love you!" Made me wanna puke.<P><BR>Anyhoo, did I mention she used a phone card? You can dial a phone using tones recorded on a tape? Just hold it up to the recorder & wha la! 72 minutes of free long distance!<P>At least I got something from her since she split. LOL<P>------------------<BR>Prayers & God Bless!<BR>Chris<BR>For relationship info check out <A HREF="http://www.pcisys.net/~chriscal1/resources.html" TARGET=_blank>Marriage & Relationship Resources</A>

<BR>My snooping funny:<P>I found a receipt that had a suspicious item on it. Not too expensive, but I figured it was a small gift for OM. Using the UPC on the receipt, I went to the store to try to figure out what she bought him. I actually went to the help desk and had them help me find it. It turned out to be some kind of semi-exotic hair conditioner...not the sort of thing she'd buy for the OM, I don't think. <P>Slightly Sane<BR>