Tuesday, December 20, 2005  Oy Vey—Stalkers, Seat-Fillers and
Succubi  OK, so now my mom is making Scott's blog, which I think
is absolutely hilarious, but he seems a little scared that all
these yentas will be privy to the details of his sex life! The
Devil's Playground So I've noticed a disturbing pattern lately
that's popping up in the Manhattan/Internet dating microcosm:
Stalking. I don't mean, scary, microwaving-bunnies kind of
stalking, but somewhat more innocuous occurrences, played out
via e-mail, text messages, phone calls, cyber-stalking, etc.
Following is the most interesting, pathetic, disturbing story
I've heard of late, notwithstanding Scott's story of actual
stalking, which I have yet to get the details of. So there is
this girl who is tangentially connected to my circle of
girlfriends. She's pretty much a tagalong, who only comes out
with us when one of the girls is feeling particularly
sympathetic. This girl, let's call her Mary, stalks my
girlfriends, calling, e-mailing and texting them abou