Adrian Johnson, Some fucked up creep showed up on my timeline, his post shared about 1000 times before he deactivated shows exactly why the “nice guy” troupe is fucking terrifying. This is his post.
“I often eat alone at a Wendy’s that’s just down the street from my house. A
little less than a week ago, I noticed that they hired a new employee. She’s
fair skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a pending order of
protection, we’ll say is named Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment
I first saw her. I immediately went home and scoured the internet to find
out more information about her. I figured this way I’d be able to learn her
interests and engage her in conversation regarding them.
I remember initially thinking to myself that it’s a shame how name tags
don’t include last names. All I had to go on was her first name and location,
yet thanks to Facebook’s ability to search by city and state, I was able to
find her after just a few hours. Once I did I realized I hit a goldmine; her
phone number was visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends.
women are scared to give out their number to a stranger because they
don’t think they’re trustworthy, but if someone asked you out on a date
after looking you up and learning your phone number without you having to
tell them you’d likely be far more trusting of that person since they already
know your personal info. You’d have nothing to lose. That was my line of
After obtaining her phone number I figured I’d try to do something romantic
that would build up to me asking her out. I decided to use an app that
would let me text her without revealing my actual number. The app allowed
me to change my number at will, essentially making it unblockable, which
messing with her and block it right away. This would grant me the ability to
thought was a good idea since she might think it’s just one of her friends
remain a complete enigma to her. “Once a day,’ told myself. “Only text her
once a day so it isn’t creepy.’ Sadly, I was far too excited at the prospect of
having my first girlfriend to stick to that.
My first text to her was simply. “I saw that picture of your graduation you
parking lot I sent her another text that said, “I can see you right now. One
posted. You’re beautiful.
Later that day while I was sitting in the Wendy’s
day you’ll see me, too.” Before I knew it I had texted her over three hundred
not all messages contained text, some were just pictures of her that I took
times in just a few days. She never once responded to any of them. Still,
while she was at work to let her know that I was actually there.
Some of you may have noticed that I wasn’t online at all yesterday. There is
good reason for that. Yesterday was the day that I met her in person and
tried to ask her out. It didn’t go as planned. I walked up to Michelle while
she was at the counter and told her that I’m her admirer. Her cheerful
expression changed as she suddenly started shouting, “This is the guy!
Marco, this is the guy!” Marco is her manager. He jumped from behind the
counter and grabbed me while instructing her to call the police. I bit his
arm hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me until police
The police said that the detainment was lawful, which meant that I was to
be charged with battery for biting the manager in addition to stalking. This
amounts to almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he’d take care
of it since I’m currently unemployed. The police also told me that she’s
filing for an order of protection, so I can’t return to that specific Wendy’s.
Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember that some women just
aren’t worth it. He said that If she thinks having a guy flatter her and think
about her all the time is something to call the police over, then she must be
“one of those nutty feminists.” After spending some time thinking about it, I
realized that he’s right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself that it’s
not you, it’s them.”
Stop fucking messaging girls like this. You’re not being romantic fuck off.