Leave me Alone, PIG!!

First off, thank you all for the birthday wishes! I had a good b-day and enjoyed my two days off from work tremendously! It was the first "vacation" I have had since I started working here 3 years ago. I got lots of gift certificates and I am soooo ready to go shopping!! I also moved into a new house this weekend, so my days off were spent unpacking and decorating the house, but I enjoyed every minute of it! And now to the intended subject of this post....

I am being stalked, literally. By a cop.

It all started off very innocently and it has been escalating for about a year. About a year ago, I was pulled over for going straight at a light in which you were only suppossed to turn right or left at, oops! The officer was a rather errogant man and I wasn't too happy about getting a ticket. It was the first ticket I had ever gotten. I had to give the him my cell phone number as it is the only phone I have (no residence phone). Anyway, that weekend I was at the bar talking to one of my friends when low and behold the stupid cop that gave me a ticket came walking up and started talking to my friend, DJ. He introduced me to the cop. I stupidly (and rather drunk) began to give the officer a little shit for giving me a ticket. The officer asked me my name and wrote it down. He told me that since it was my first ticket and because I was so pretty (first hint) he would dismiss the ticket. I went on with my business, thinking nothing of it.

About 2 days later I received a phone call from the pig fucker! He said he was just letting me know that he had indeed dismissed my ticket. A few weeks later I received a letter from the courts that verified that he had indeed done so. At the time I thought "Sweet!!" I had no idea he would become obsessed.

For the first month or so I answered his phone calls and chatted with him a bit. He seemed like a nice enough guy, plus he was a cop and a mormon (whatever that means). I met him for lunch ONCE, while he was on duty. It was very innocent. A friendly lunch. I had told him from the get go that I had a boyfriend. He never pushed anything and seemed like just a nice guy, maybe a friend. He continued to call for the next few months, but as I did have a boyfriend (who wasn't liking it) I didn't answer or return the calls. I ran into him a few times while I was at the bar and he waved at me if he saw me driving. No big deal.

Then about 6 months ago things started getting weird. I lived on the west side of town and I knew from previous conversations that he worked an area on the east side. But, one night I got a phone call from him (which I did answer as it was from another number). He asked me if my nose was itching at about 3:00 AM that morning. "Ummm..no, why" Turns out he was sitting outside my house, doing paper work, "because he got good reception there." Funny, cause both my roommate and I got shit for service out there. Not to mention he works the east side and I live on the west! Fishy, but I didn't think much of it.

I will admit, that for awhile it was kind of a bonus to have someone on the police force that I knew. Couldn't hurt to have the good guys on your side. Right? It did become obvious that he was attracted to me and he did admit that he "kinda had a crush" on me. I thought nothing of that either. After all I had always been up front with him about the fact that there was no chance for ANYTHING but friends. I thought I had made that very clear. More than once. I mean, I wasn't attracted to him, I have a boyfriend, he's a cop, and a mormon (and let me tell you, I could not set foot anywhere near a mormon church, I mean, he saw me drunk for crying out loud! So not mormon like!). In the last 2-3 months, things have gotten a little out of hand and rather scary....

It all started when I was leaving Pizza Hut. I had just finished dinner with my Mom. I was driving down the street, the speed limit, and I passed a cop. Next thing I knew he had flipped a bitch in the middle of an intersection and turned on his lights. The pig fucker pulled me over. Why? "Just to say hi." Can you say abuse of power? A few days later it snowed and my truck, which was parked in my mom's drive way, was mysteriously cleaned off. Later that morning I got a text message that said something along the lines of; "Hey baby, looked like you needed taken care of, so I took the liberty." Ok? Weird. I began seeing him all over the place. It seemed like where ever I was headed I passed him on the street or saw him in bars or restaraunts. If I did see him, I was polite, but not friendly.

2 Saturdays ago, I had a good friend come to town and we went out to the bar. At about 11:00PM, who should walk in, on duty? Yep, pig fucker! I did my best to pretend and not see him, but he walked right up to me. I said hi and then told him I had to pee. I stayed in the bathroom for awhile and when I came out he was gone. However, later that night, after I dropped my friend off, I was driving home and passed a cop about a block from my house. He was going the other way so I thought it was all good. When I pulled into the driveway and got out of my truck, there he was, blocking the driveway in his police cruiser. I was drunk people!
Shit! He got out and came up and started talking to me. I wanted sooo badly to be a royal bitch and tell him where to go, but he's a cop, and I was drunk. Jail does not sound fun. That night he told me again that he had a crush on me and that I deserve so many great things and blah blah blah! I VERY nicely (out of fear of retaliation) reminded him that I have a boyfriend with whom I am very happy and that we could never be more than friends and that the calls and text messages needed to be toned down as my boyfriend didn't appreciate them. He got all sad and grabbed me and gave me a hug, which I quickly ended and went inside. I thought he got the hint. But, I still kept running into him and my truck was cleaned off during our last snow, again.

About a week ago, I decided to change my routine, as I felt I was too predictable and thought that it would minimize my chances of running into him. Last Friday I left for work 15 minutes late. Guess what? I was followed to work! He pulled into the parking lot behind my car and said, "I swear I'm not stalking you." He then gave me a birthday card. In the card was a poem. It was creepy. I don't have it with me right now, but I will share it with you later. The last line said something along the lines of "A good friend will help you move, a REALLY good friend will help you move a body....let me know if you need me to bring a shovel." What the hell?!
Every Friday I take the deposit to the bank at the same time every day. That same Friday he followed me to work, I left a half an hour late to go to the bank. And there he was, sitting on a side street. The same side street I drive down on my way to the bank. He again flipped around and got behind me. I hurried through a light to the bank. He did not follow that time, but not a minute after I saw him he sent a text message that said "I promise I'm not stalking you!"

Then what are you doing and why do you feel the need to keep telling me that you're not stalking me?!!

So people, here's where I need your advise....Is this stalking? Am I overeacting? What to do?

I almost feel as if I'm being blackmailed, in a way. I mean, he is a cop, and I think he's a little loony. I'm afraid to be downright bitchy like I normaly would because I am afraid of him retaliating by setting me up or pulling me over and ticketing me for things I don't do. Yes, there are some crooked cops around here and they would do that! I have nothing to hide from law enforcement, but who's to say he won't make something up?

I am at a loss. The boyfriend is pissed. Dad is pissed. I am worried. He scares me.
Stupid pig fucker!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!