Good luck getting anywhere; this happened to my roommate and I in college. It got so bad we would have two uniformed officers in our house when he called, and they even spoke with him a few times. Once we figured out who it was with a trace on our line (married man with two little boys, tried to blame it on his SONS!!!) the police went to his house and he already had a lawyer in place just for this. His wife wouldn't talk (poor stupid cow, putting up with his #$%^), and HE threatened to call the police on US. At that point the police told us they couldn't help us anymore unless he physically threatened us. WTF???? This, after three months of 15-20 calls a day from this waste of DNA. Stalker laws and restraining orders, the joke's on the victims.

I had a caller when I first got my number, obviously looking for his dealer. He would get vulgar when told he had a wrong number.

I simply hung up on him, until they day my mother answered the phone and he swore at her. The next time he called was the last. Here's what I said -

"I know who you are, and where you live, and if you ever call this number again, I'm going to come to your house and kill you. Capisce?"

Major creepy. And, yeah, they make it tough to get. I've heard that too, Juliana. Call the cops too often and it's all of a sudden harrassment (as if the creep ain't doing any). I've even lived in an apartment where I've made noise complaints when the building management wouldn't do anything (gee, could it have anything to do with the super hanging out with him and funny smelling smoke coming from under the door) despite those fucking oversized speakers that nobody in an apartment needs weeknights all night long literally and said super even said keep calling the cops and I'm gonna tell the cops to arrest you for harrassment. Uh, not coincidentally, I suspect, that was right after I pretended not to get his hints that the previous woman tenant in my apartment was really friendly and would let him hang out. Next time I called the cops guess who said the same thing? And we wonder why they don't serve and protect. Needless to say, I moved out.

I've had that same thing happen, Brian. I must have got some pusher's number and for about a month had several people calling asking but -- probably because they got a woman's voice -- didn't argue when I said you have the wrong number. The one that amused me was some idiot called and said meet me at McDonald's in 20 minutes and hung up before I had a chance to respond. I was laughing at the image of him waiting anxiously for his "fast food" order in a dark parking lot. When he called back, I said you got the wrong number, you fucking idiot. He hung up quick and the calls soon died out.

I went to this tiny little religious college where the dorm phones were set up so that they girls' dorm phones were the local 3 digits, then 2 and the 3-digit room number, and the guys' dorm was 3 and the 3-digit room number. The local pervs all knew the numbering system of course, and some nights you could walk down the hall and hear the phones go off in one room after another until someone answered.

They were amateurs, though. I was quite proud of getting 2 of them to hang up on ME.

The first guy was breathing heavy, not talking, and I just waited. Finally, he asks "what are you wearing?" I came back with "what are YOU wearing?" and apparently that was too much - he hung up.

The other guy wanted phone sex, apparently, and asked if I'd fuck him. I said no. He asked why. I said I had no interest in fucking up my life literally and figuratively by having sex with a loser like him. "Click."

Like I said, amateurs.

The fact that in one room I got calls several times a day for months on end because the local phone company printed MY phone number in place of the home number of the local pharmacist in the next town over, on the other hand . . . .

"I wanna eat your pussy,"

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Can't fault him for taste.

Steve got there first.

Perhaps Amy has a cat and the caller was British?

T's Grammy-

The only way we got the police to move was when our PARENTS started harassing the university and the chief of police. My parents knew one of the state senators at the time. Yes, that "it pays to know people" garbage actually works, because when bigwigs get called for help on stupid crap like this they get pissed and take it out on the morons who aren't doing their jobs in the first place.

Otherwise the police were so apathetic they made tree sloths look like Tony Robbins. They only got excited when we tried to arrange a meeting at a mall with the pervert, along with some of our university football player friends discreetly waiting in the wings. Oh no, we couldn't have any of that, too dangerous, but they were willing to let this sick @#$% stalk us for months on end, escalating on his own convenient schedule.

It's such in America that when you do know somebody and you're faced with something, you do have to use them. Sucks if you don't know anyone, but if you do, you'd be crazy not to. For just that reason. It's so infuriating. Inaction but the moment you feel you have to protect yourself because the police aren't going to do it, they get nasty with you and treat you like the criminal.

I'm a fighter and a scrapper who's had a hard life and, for all the debating and politics and all (and I love debating), when it comes down to brass tacks, survival is all. When your back is against the wall, you've got to use what you've got, never look back and don't apologize for it. If you're alive to fight another day that's all that needs to be said for that.

This has been happening to me over the past couple of months. Only difference is that I have been getting harrassing text messages from a former coworker of mine.

I have all the proof I need and then some and do the police do anything? No. I mean I have absolute and definitive proof and still, nothing. I even know exactly where this person lives(a mile from my house) and still nothing. Why? Because long before I knew what type of person he was, I gave his roommate my number.

So I guess because I was retarded enough to give out my number, though not to him, I have no legal recourse. Because he hasn't out and out threatened me. Gotta love the laws, out to protect the criminals.

Wait do they not have number blocking in Ca. I'd just block the shmucks number and be done with it for now. Once the other pressing matter have been dealt with then make his life hell. The guy is an annoying dick head. You want a picture of him why not just take one. Crop the shit out of it and say it's DMV. Or if your really boarded or Greg is make some harrasing phone calls. If you really want to have fun with him get a recording of a small girl saying she's 10 and doesn't want him to eat her cat. Knowing that he made a comment like that to a small child should pull the lead right out of his pencil. Dirty phone calls to random adults gets little reaction, dirty phone calls to kids get your ass on the registry.

Adding to what vlad wrote, he must have an employer, neighbor, and possibly relatives. I'm sure he'd enjoy explaining this wrong number tale to them.

Might this douchebag have an account on one the the "social networking" sites like Facebook or Myspace? Someone immature enough to prank call probably does... I've also been pretty amazed at the info you can find on people using the people search on Pipl.

The BoA and dirty talker incidents are very related. Victims in this country have no rights: Criminals do.

BoA has the right to keep from you the fat toothless bitch that ripped you off. And everybody that's been following your story knows BoA is also covering their own ass here because it involved an inside job (who else had access to the information that was used?) You are the victim (and to their MO an agitator), so you have no rights at all.

And the cops are protecting the perv that wants to dine at your Y. He's innocent until proven guilty. So as victim you are left hanging out to dry, wondering if next time he will show up in person with a hatchet, some fava beans, and a bottle of nice chianti.

BoA are a bunch of donkey raping shit-eaters. I fired them (Westchester Branch between LAX and Venice Beach) after I was mugged in Houston and my visa and checkbook were stolen. Houston police did nothing. BoA would do nothing. They were cashing checks using their own ID at retail stores, I even got copies of the IDs (which were probably stolen anyway). After wasting two weeks I decided to stop the fight. BoA eventually refunded me the money (was only about 3k anyway).

So I hope you end up owning BoA. If so i'll bank there again.

Incidentally, the Montrose Police Substation was two blocks from my condo and from where I was mugged. When I tried to get the police report and the officer to help me later on, I got the run around for days. Although I was the victim (I have a huge scar on the back of my head, and copies of my forged checks), they were suspicious that I was trying to get them to help me out of trouble for bouncing checks. And I never write checks or carry a checkbook, but I had just left a sports bar where I had signed up and paid by check for a golf tournament. What a cluster fuck it was, and why I gave up.

So I feel for you Amy. And all the other victims out there that get treated like the criminal.

I use a local credit union now, and Merril Lynch for the big stuff. And since I reside permanently in Texas now, I have a license to carry, and I do. I do share an account with my parents at a regional bank for ranch expenses, and they do check ID's. Incidentally, I was getting a large sum out recently to make a land payment, and was asked by the teller who I didn't know for a second form of picture ID. I could have used my university ID, but I thought the handgun license was more approriate. I got the cashiers check promptly, and with a very cautious 'have a nice day'.

I thought this looked familiar.

Hope you nab him.