CrazyBitch: Found?

Well, I'm sure you've all been on the edge of your seats the past couple of days, with bated breath, wondering on the turbulent saga of CrazyBitch. The story has had its share of twists and turns, oh yes. Things hit a nadir for me two days ago, when CrazyBitch snapped another gasket and decided to post my cell phone number in a gay chatroom, along with an ad stating that the owner of said cell phone number (me), would really really enjoy some random sex with anyone who called him -- male and/or female. Just ask for T. This led to two early a.m. phone calls from area codes 508 and 432, both of which I had the good sense to ignore. I have no idea whether these people were friends of CrazyBitch or not, but only a moron would believe that an ad posting someone's phone number is anything other than a malicious a-hole causing problems for someone. I guess when you're horny, you'll believe anything.

CrazyBitch is playing hardball, and the bad news is it looks like I may have to change my cell number. Possibly my home number too, which is really annoying because it's easy to remember and I've never had one that I liked more. Fucking sucks, but it's the cost of my stupidity. I can't have random strangers calling me for sex at all hours. I need to cut this shit off.

The good news is, I think CrazyBitch made a mistake. A big one. The proverbial clue at the crime scene. The picture she sent me a couple of weeks ago, before all this insanity started, was sent from Facebook. When you double-click on the picture in the email, you get a link to her profile. But when I searched for it on FB, it came up blank. No picture, no description, nothing. For a week I tried to find it and couldn't. To try and make matters more confusing, she created a fake FB profile using the fake name on her Yahoo email. This took me off the trail for awhile. But on Sunday night, in a flash of inspiration, I went back to the first email she sent me, duped it into my browser, played with the link a bit by deleting some letters and numbers here and there, and, and, AND......

I FOUND CrazyBitch! Well, I think I found CrazyBitch. I found a profile on Facebook that had the same exact picture and the same first name as the Beyotch, but a different last name. Oh, you should have seen the smile on my face. It was wider than the BQE. Sure, it could be another fake profile. I'm still looking into it, but I do believe it's her. I don't think she meant for me to find this profile. According to what it says, she's not a 33 year-old teacher in Brooklyn like she told me. She's fresh out of college, SUNY _____, to be exact, Class of '06. That puts her around 23 or 24, which is about right, given her pinball behavior. And get this, she's a graduate student at [University Deleted]. A graduate student. She must be Mastering in Sociopathology, working towards her Phd. in Serial Killing. This would explain why she has so much fucking free time to bother people. She's a student.

Now, I can't be 100% sure I have the right person. The only way to be 100% sure would be to subpoena Yahoo, which would require a pending criminal action. But I'm 90% sure. There's no way I can think of that you can click on her profile on Facebook and get the LIU prefix that she used to send me the link unless you're enrolled there. I've tried it several times, and it doesn't work, even if you save the picture. Besides, she created a fake profile with the false name she gave me, so she obviously didn't want me to find her real FB profile. The other possibility, of course, is that she's enrolled there, but used another person's name and/or picture to fuck around with. Either way, I'm getting closer to unmasking CrazyBitch. It's all too bad too, because her picture is actually kind of hot. I'm sure it's no accident, the old black widow's web drawing in the flies.

When I confronted her with this information (sorry, I had to) the tail end of our conversation went something like this (actual dialogue excerpts, though the screen names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent):

ME: Let me ask you... do you really think you can't be found?
CRAZYBITCH: well usa is a big place
ME: Or do you not care if you are?
CRAZYBITCH: and the net is even bigger

[Insert three pages of insults, threats, taunts, and accusations]

ME: You know, Lisa
ME: You are right
ME: The USA is a very big place
ME: and the Internet is too
ME: But you know what's not a big place?
CRAZYBITCH: what
ME: [Deleted] University
CRAZYBITCH: join the conference
ME: and [Undergraduate School Deleted]
CRAZYBITCH: and see is calling you honey
ME: Those are not big places
ME: I wonder what your dean will think
ME: When he finds out
ME: or Lisa [her real last name]'s parents
CRAZYBITCH: really
ME: I wonder what they will think
ME: Of their daughter
ME: Nighty night

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She wrote back later with a bunch of "LOLs," saying that I should be careful and not arrest the wrong girl, or I'll get sued. As if I'd be stupid enough to pursue someone without proof. Either way, I'm willing to bet my last Borgata shekel that she got the piss scared out of her. Which is a nice change of pace.

I still have more work to do to find this sadistic whackjob, but I'm getting closer.