Why am I always the bait?

Alright, this might not be the Thursday after exams (I have Stats tomorrow, and I'm well and truly boned!), Sociology the day after and Psych the following week, but I got the best text ever from a friend at uni, who we shall name "L".

It reads as follows: "Do you think I'm a stalker sometimes?"
Brilliant! I have a girl who sends me a ridiculous amount of messages a day, whether I reply or not, has amazingly unpredictable mood swings and difficulty understanding the terms "clingy" and "obsessive".
I thought it was hilarious when she was trying endlessly to get into Al's pants and he wouldn't have a bar of it! She'd practically throw herself at him and he'd fob her off continuously. I made the dumb decision to comfort her when she was feeling down about her misfortunes with Al, and that's where the trouble started! First it was the endless talking and texting and then she'd send me pictures of herself (which I shouldn't post on this blog in case she manages to find them and hunt me down) and then the incessant "I miss you, Mikey" messages... For crying out loud; stop bugging me!
Today, she has sent me 10 messages, after I stopped replying. Oh, make that 11! Perfect timing, L.

So, the question for tonight's blog is: Is L a stalker? Please, start off what will hopefully be a successful and continuous poll! Anyone can use it, it's just like any other online poll you've done.

I guess I should tell you about my other stalker. Some lady called Emma who's a little older than I am, she followed the same stalker pattern as L, so I have a sneaking suspicion that they've been passing notes on some stalker forum.
She was going after the drummer in my little jam session group, and she had him for a while in some kind of sexual stranglehold, but when he got sick of her and moved on to another girl, she set her evil, carnivorous eyes on me. She moved a bit faster than L did, she moved straight to the "I love you" stage. there was a point where she'd call me to see if i was home and drive by my house and stuff.
I don't know if you've ever experienced something like that, but when your 17 and have a lady who's more than twice your weight who circles your house like a hawk screeching "I love you!" at random intervals, it's fucking scary!
She did all this weird stuff as well, which I think they actually have laws against (or should): I had a bit too much to drink at a party she was at and I crashed early, only to wake up with her touching me with her meat hook hands where only a few people (including myself and doctors) are allowed to touch!
I remember going to the bathroom to get away from her and staying there for 20 minutes hoping she'd fall asleep again.

Strangely, Emma exposed me to my first sexual experience, if somewhat accidentally... but that should hopefully appear in a post in the near future. Possibly when I get sick of studying for Psych.
Anyway, wish me luck for the trials of nerves of steel, pen and paper... I'll need it.
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