So I have a stalker. Not a scary one, just a developmentally disabled fellow who follows me everywhere trying to get a kiss out of me. I'm almost flattered & more than a little grossed out. Hubby thinks its funny & in a way it is. Last summer when Nate was in jail I gave this man a hug & cried. Now he apparently thinks I'm his lady. He calls me "Honey" & "Babe" & doesn't respond to polite statements from me saying "Please stop following me". He always wants to know where I'm going. He's got a BO problem & makes me want to ralf. Ewww. I will not get the police involved because I know what kind of people they are & Barry is breaking no laws. He just grosses me out.