Of course, I did a little research into stalkers and this is mine.

4. Intimacy Seeker Stalker

Motivation: This type of Stalker seeks to establish an intimate, loving relationship with the Victim and may believe that the Victim is in love with them. This is a Delusion... The Stalker believes that the Victim may be the only person who can Satisfy their desires and sees the Victim as an ideal partner. The Stalker may interpret any kind of response from the Vicitm, even negative responses, as encouragement and may believe that the Victim is very resistant to changing their beliefs about the Victims love for them.

5. Incompetent Stalker

Motivation: This type of Stalker is motivated by a desire to start a Romantic Relationship with their Victim and is impaired in his Social Skills.

6. Erotomania and Morbidly Infatuated Stalker

Motivation: This type of Stalker believes that they are loved by their Victim even though their Victim has done nothing to suggest that this is true and may have made statements that they do not and never will love the Stalker. The Stalker reinterprets what their Victim says and does to support their belief that the Victim does love them and make the imagined romance in their brain about the victim and makes them the most important part of their life.

While we're on the subject, I had two stalkers in HS. One, TK, was pretty harmless except for the fact that he kept threatening to jump off a roof in front of me to get my attention. The other one was...different. We were part of the HS chess club and I was pretty good. I was at one time a Class B, rated at 1700. It's not a master level, but I won my share of tournaments. So, my friend/stalker became obsessed with playing against me since I beat him all the time. He wouldn't leave me alone. One game after another after another - Ruy Lopez, Queen's Gambit, Sicilian Defense, on and on and on. I finally started throwing games or falling asleep so that he'd get frustrated and leave. This was HS so it was eating into my chasing boys, sports and cheerleading time. He would call, he would come over, he would even want to play over the phone.

Finally, I acted crazy. I made myself look disheveled with streaky makeup and creepy eye liner and I started talking to objects and pretending that I was doing some kind of spirit summoning. I pulled out a rubber chicken and shook it around and said, "No, you can't make me sacrifice him!" and he ran out the door, screaming. I didn't see him the rest of the summer before college.