Gross individual

You know the gross individual.

You know who I'm talking about. Everyone knows who I'm talking about.

He's a stalker -- he goes through your friends list on facebook, adds the most attractive friends, and starts chatting them up. He categorizes them into group primary-fuck, secondary-fuck, and backup. You know.

He stalks everyone. The tenth-graders, check. The twelfth graders, check. College freshmen, sophomores, juniors, seniors, check. Grad-school students, check. He looks for the gullible, and yet, he can get away with fooling the non-gullible with his extensive web of lies and smokes-and-mirrors. Smokes and mirrors yaar, smokes and mirrors. You understand, no. Patrikaa ma kathaa. You are nodding now. You know what I mean.

Someone smart I know told me this. That she was in the ninth grade and he was about to graduate from college. He would talk of things that were highly objectionable to her, but she was so unsure what was happening, she would let things go on. When she told this to a friend, she took control of things, and blocked the predator. Things got safer for her. After two years, the gross individual added her again. By this time, she had seen photos of him in the papers, and write-ups about him, so she assumed he had grown up. He hadn't. He would still try the same old chats, but now with the added assumption that she had 'grown up'.

The funny thing is, you know about the individual. You seethe about this to your friends. Seethe, seethe, seethe. You wouldn't want your friends to be in the same town as him. Not because you want to interfere in their sex-lives but because you don't want them to be in contact with a liar, a crook, a stalker who has been known to what in legal terms can only be described as 'predating', young girls, and whose words you can never ever trust. You seethe, all of you. You talk about it, you seethe, and it seethes.

And life goes on. On and on and on. Which probably also describes his 'Game'. On and on and on.