Police weren't especially helpful - just advised me to change my phone number. Which I am going to do - getting a new one this weekend. Ugh, though. I'll report this call, too. Steadily less amused by this.
ETA: Just so you don't think I'm freaking out / being murdered - I'm going to be incommunicado over the next few evenings, because my computer is being repaired (I'm borrowing the bf's computer to post this). I am still going to be online at work, so I'm not vanishing altogether - but it occurred to me that to post the above and then be uncharacteristically quiet might be a bit worrisome. :)
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*considers asking anyway*
The funny thing about my almost-stalker was that despite having various e-mail conversations with him (mostly consisting of "Publish my brilliant insightful article that blasts the university for no good reason or be accused of censorship!" and replies of, "We won't publish your article because your writing sucks and you have no idea what you're talking about.") I only met him MAYBE once, and it was before I stopped publishing his stuff.
I always thought that was strange. I mean, it was a small campus.
*shrugs*
Your stalker sounds like one of those people who find themselves away from their parents for the first time, at uni, and who have somehow managed never to develop social skills. We had some of them at my uni, too. Sometimes they really were insane, but mostly they learnt (often the hard way) that they couldn't act like that. It's not nice to be on the receiving end, not knowing if they're merely an asshole, or someone who is genuinely unhinged. Ugh.
Ah. Good call.
I just don't know how certain people get let out of the house.