I thought a guy who looked like my ex-boyfriend, followed me home from the store. Well, he *did*, but it was because I left my ATM card in the machine. Long story short, I completely freaked out, scared the crap out of one of my close friends (who thought I was being hurt) and it was all because a nice, although slightly creepy, (he really *does* look like my ex), guy decided to do a good deed.
One good thing came out of the whole experience, though. It shook something loose inside me. Something to do with Jason. It's nothing that I really want to go into here but believe me when I say it was a good thing and no matter how hard it was, I'm glad it happened.