First of all, let me clarify that I am completely straight, and
I masturbate to women for sexual gratification.
Here is what happened yesterday: I was shopping at Wisma Atria at a
clothes store when I found a piece of cool t-shirt. I proceeded to
try it on in the fitting room, taking my own sweet time while
admiring my awesome physique (admit it; girls are much more guilty
of this). Anyway when I wasn't done yet, someone pulled apart the
curtain (albeit slightly) and peered into the fitting room. "Hold
on, I'm in here," I told whoever who was standing at the
door.
I quickly finished my business and stepped out to see a rather
decent-looking man standing at the door, flashing me a somewhat
polite smile. I then bought the shirt and went to the washroom to
take a leak.
Back in the washroom, I saw the exact same man again, washing his
hands at the sink. I just went ahead and let loose at the urinal
while he meticulously soaped his hands and fixed his hair. I did
likewise after I was done, and I realised that he was taking an
unusually long time to "freshen up" but I did not bother much
anyway. Here is what started to bother me: he left right after I
finished with my hair.
I tried to assure myself that he just *happened* to take the same
route as me, but when I saw him again at Takashimaya, the truth was
inescapable -- he was bloody stalking me all around Orchard Road. I
was in a mild panic; I had to react fast to lose him. I promptly
stepped out of Takashimaya towards Cineleisure, with him trailing
me less than 2 metres.
Then all of a sudden, he came close and spoke.
Idiot: Hi. Can I know your nationality?
Me: *stunned* I'm Malaysian.
Idiot: Oh. 'Cos I thought you looked like my friend.
Me: (thinking) Yeah right. You just wanted to chat me up, that's
all.
*slight pause*
Idiot: You look really handsome. 
Me: Yeah, okay.
Idiot: Really.
Me: ...
I quickly walked away and kept my distance. That encounter alone
was enough to tell me that I was dealing with some messed up
deranged asshole. I made my way to Cathay Cineleisure but he just
kept tracking me, so I had to go all the way up to the sixth floor,
then take the elevator down. And throughout the journey up he kept
waving and smiling to me whenever I made eye contact with him. Talk
about hell. Thankfully I lost him thereafter; I hailed a cab just
to be on the safe side. Never could be too sure.
Seriously, now I understand how it feels when girls are being
stalked by unknown persons who just creep up behind you sending the
wrong signals. 
