High-school reunions are dangerous. Facebook is dangerous. Put the two together and POW!

Jeannie had a crush on Kevin in high school, so when he asked her if she'd like to have a drink when she returned to her hometown for their high-school reunion, she said yes. The drink led to a fling, which led to a long-distance relationship.

She says: "He lavished me with expensive gifts. At first they were fun, but as they continued, I was concerned. I knew he couldn't afford them. He said he spent so much on me, he couldn't take his children on vacation."

Kevin would call Jeannie many times a day, which became a drag. She began to see that they weren't just states apart; they were worlds apart.

She says: "We had vastly different goals and values, but things really started getting creepy when he would repeat back to me everything I had posted on Facebook during the day — every comment I'd made, every photo I'd liked. It was too much, and so I ended the relationship as gently as I could, attempting to leave him with some dignity."

Kevin didn't take it well. He went to her brother's home and confronted him. He contacted several mutual Facebook friends and told them something was wrong with her. He called her incessantly, often while she was at work, thus jeopardizing her job. When she didn't answer his calls, he texted her, sent emails and, worst of all, posted his woes on Facebook.

She says: "Under the advisement of friends, I sent him a scathing email pretty much stating that I thought he was fat, ugly, lazy and deranged and if he continued his contact, I would contact the police."

(Who are these friends? They sound like idiots. They must think waving a red flag is a great way to soothe an angry bull. But I digress ...)

Jeannie filed a police report. She wanted to be prepared in case Kevin were to show up on her doorstep.

She says: "I even considered getting a restraining order which would be valid in my hometown (The holidays were approaching and I had to go home). The state's attorneys pleaded with me to obtain one. They thought Kevin was dangerous. But I decided not to when they told me the restraining order involved a court date and that he could appear if he wanted. I didn't want to give him any excuse to get on a plane to my current city.

"After six months of this craziness, I contacted a domestic hotline and they suggested I contact my hometown police. The police went to his house and told him that if he continued his contact, they'd arrest him.

"The phone calls and emails finally stopped. However, a year later I posted a comment on a friend's page and guess who posted right after me? As innocent as his post may seem, and as paranoid as it might make me look, I'm absolutely sure his comment was meant for me. Why else would he post immediately following the woman who sent the police to his home?

"Now I don't friend many men on Facebook unless they're gay. I don't engage in flings, and if I never date again I'll die a contented divorcee."

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