Iz it normal to want a stalker

If you were to ever be stalked in real life you would not enjoy it.

Your town looks like a movie set.

I really think you’re glamorising having a stalker though, have you read stories of people who have been their victims? It’s not going to be an adrenaline rush like the movie Taken and it’s not something that can just be turned off when you get tired of it.

Why not work towards a career as an investigator, that way you could gain purpose through tracking down criminals.

He harassed me for about 2 years. He somehow found out where I lived and kept turning up outside my flat. I lived on the ground floor and some mornings I would open my front curtains and he would be standing right outside my window. I would scream and shut the curtains again. When I went out sometimes he would be hiding nearby and he would follow me. He would often approach me and ask for sex. He exposed himself to me a few times. He kept saying he would look after me and I would never have to worry about anything. He would also put notes through my door asking me to meet him or telling me all the disgusting things he wanted to do to me. I reported him to the Police several times but they always said they couldn’t do anything. This was in the early 90’s there have been more laws passed since then to protect victims of stalking but back then there was very little the police could do and very few CCTV cameras about. The longer it went on the more intense it became, but the weird thing was he never ever touched me. It was still really scary at the time, I never knew when he would show up or if one day he was just going to attack me. Then about 2 years after it all started and I was getting really freaked out, he was following me nearly every day and kept trying to approach me and asking if he could fuck me or suck my tits or whatever, then it just stopped. Suddenly I never ever saw him again. I have no idea if something happened to him or he got locked up for something or where he disappeared to but he just stopped.

I had reached a point where I would look around for him every time I went out and would just run to my car get in and lock the doors. Sometimes he would be hiding somewhere and would just jump out and do or say something other times he would stand and just stare at me. He was a total weirdo and I was just constantly on edge and living in fear. Then when it stopped I realised I hadn’t seen him for a few days. In some ways that was just as bad I was paranoid he was going to suddenly appear and attack me or something. He had often told me that one day he would rape me but the time wasn’t right yet. I kept thinking is this him getting ready to rape me. The days turned into weeks, then months and after about a year and several trips to see a counsellor I finally started to relax a bit. I still would be very cautious if I was out on my own, especially after dark but eventually about 5 years later I realised I was free from him.

I doubt you'd like the idea of someone actually doing that.