But I didn't know he was a crazy stalker until after we broke up. Between my freshman and sophomore years of college, I worked at a country club as a waitress. I had to fill in as the pool waitress on a few occasions, and met one of the members, who played tennis there a lot. He was an established, successful businessman who was separated from his wife, a divorce was in the works. He was about 10 yrs older than I, with 2 small children. He asked me out and he impressed me... we would get together a couple of times a week for maybe 6-7 weeks. He didn't want me to go back to WVU , but I was not going to drop out of school for him or anyone. And I told him that it wasn't going to work out, because he had too much drama and wanted someone there for him all the time, and that wasn't me. Fast forward, he showed up in Morgantown. He stalked me, as I would later find out. He said it wasn't stalking, but he knew what I was doing and where I was going for at least 3 days before making contact with me. So it was stalking . Freaked me out. Luckily, a good friend got some of his WV bubbas together and threatened him in the worst way if he didn't get the helloutta town.