A few months ago, my best friend set me up with a guy she sortof knew (He was the ER doc who sewed up her boyfriend's head after a touch football game). He was cute, Italian-Jewish American (just like me) and mentioned that he liked the band on her t-shirt. Well, that's my big brother's band. So she fixed us up.

At first, it was great. "Dave" and I have so much in common and we just clicked. We saw each other nine days in a row after the first date. The only problem (I thought) was that "Dave's" work schedule meant we had to date during the day. So we had lunch together and went to museums, etc. He always seemed to get paged after an hour or so and had to leave. Still, after a few weeks, "Dave" came over to my apartment late one night. He said a buddy owed him a favor and took his shift. We made love for five hours straight it seemed. He said he wanted to spend our lives together. He promised everything I ever wanted out of life. When he left at dawn, I felt like a princess in a romance novel.

Of course, that night had consequences. I showed up the next night at the ER to surprise him (In trench coat, garters, heels, and nothing else no less) only to find that not only did "Dave" work during the day, he was married!

I was devastated. I went home and cried for hours. When he phoned, I ignored it (caller ID). Then he showed up at my apartment and tried to "explain" through the door, I called him a total bastard and said I never wanted to see him again.

Finally, "Dave" got the message, but not before his wife found out from his cell phone records. She's been stalking me ever since. She comes to my job (at a boutique that doesn't sell anything preppy), sits in her car outside my building, and even followed me to my parents' on LI once. I sent her a letter explaining how "Dave" tricked me and I dumped him, but she won't quit.

The police said she's not really stalking me since she hasn't said anything threatening or tried to hurt me, but I'm freaked out.