I think I will take a chance and go out on a limb here, with my experience with a strange tall blonde.
This might be something totally mundane. But I will never forget it.
Firstly, I had experiences in the Air Force and civillian world, which would warrant PTB surveillance of me. In the military, I got in similar
trouble like Gary McKinnon. I never fully told it, but have briefly hinted of such, over time, here on ATS. I hope ATS member The GUT doesn't mind,
but I shared with him my past experiences and links. He is known for being investigative and skeptical and making sorta unprecedented threads.
Well, I had gone through much life tribulation, it's a whole long 'book', even only after I left the service. Much less during and before. But in
2007, I wound up living back near my blood family, parents, siblings, everyone getting along and helping each other out, as we all pass the
mid-century mark in age. In 2010, August, me and my mom and sister, drove together to a small town about 30 miles from our no-wheres-vil small towns.
Here in the US MidWest (somewhere by Iowa......) to dine at this one place for my sister's birthday. And mull around in this antique-and-thrift
I noticed that everytime I turned around, this man was behind me, not going about any of his own business, but staring at me. He was very tall, over
6 ft, had a v-shaped body, (broad shoulders small waist nice thighs) under 40, I guess, and appeared a natural blonde, with a short conservative
hairdo, like a tall handsome chiseled federal agent. Regular button shirt, and casual slacks but not jeans. I am a strait single, who would normally
be attracted, but I got a vibe from this guy, of sheer fear and intimidation. For some reason, I immediately thought, "he could be an assassin". I
have issues, but I am not paranoid otherwise, nor do I have schizophrenia nor schizotypal.
In the antique-and-thrift shop, locked behind a glass case, was this world war I German helmet. He went to the person behind the cashier counter and
sternly verbally disapproving to her, of that offensive helmet. I gleaned some kind of slight accent, Europe, Russia, something. He seemed socially
aukward, that is for certain.
I walked outside and he followed right after me. I stood in the middle of the street pointing for my mom, of this other store over there, I wanted to
go in. He stood in the middle of the street with me, looking at me. I kept smiling at him. But he scared me. This was no mere kook, I swear to you
on my own soul, this wasn't some mope, he just didn't belong. My mom and sister seemed to not notice him and I never brought him up to them. I just
don't want the wonderings toward me, it might provoke.
So finally we piled into the old minivan, and headed home. Several vehicles followed close on our tail and about a little more than halfway home, the
vehicles were gone off our butt.
WHAT was that dude???
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I'm certain he wasn't a shoplifting security spy, because he wouldn't be giving the third degree to the older lady behind the desk, who I think was
also the store owner, and then leaving the property to pace my wanderings elsewhere.
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