I was out for a walk with Andrew earlier this evening, and this scary guy in a green Dodge truck drove by me FIVE TIMES! He was following me on my route. He looked to be late 50s and was just gross and creepy looking. EW. I memorized his plates and the 5th time he drove by me, I waved my arms around and shouted, "WHAT THE F*** DO YOU WANT?!?"
I am having my husband call his brother (sargent at the police station) so they can run his plates and go talk to him. It was so creepy. I ran the last block home, and he wasn't around anymore, so he didn't see which house I went to.
DH was PISSED and we drove around looking for him so that he could try and figure out where this creep lives. He said he'll go buy a gun tomorrow (he won't, but that's how protective he feels right now of us). Also, no more walks by myself, he said.
I was so scared!