Exposing the Bait

For years, the narrative from this group and their recruits has been that I am the follower - the stalker – therefore they follow me.

But a new, desperate tactic has emerged this weekend that exposes the sheer fraudulence of their claims. They are no longer just following me. Now, they are trying to engineer situations to make it look like I am following them physically. They do this on social media. (Recent post: "The Small Potatoes Paradox: Why do they bother?)

Saturday: The Setup at the Courts

It started yesterday at pickleball. The employee there told me the courts were overbooked and did I want to cancel. When I insisted on staying, she specifically told me "A" was already playing on the far court. I didn't know who "A" was at the time, but when I walked out, I recognized him—an Italian man I’d seen playing at a different location just 10 days prior.  We played three games on Saturday and then I played with other people.

The "Speed Trap" on the Road

The real reveal happened after I left the courts. As I was driving through a four-lane stretch in the northern section of the City of Miami toward I-95, "A" suddenly pulled out of a gas station to be right next to me at a traffic light.

The "old me" might have rolled down the window to say hello to a familiar face from the courts. But my instincts told me something was up. I chose zero engagement. When the light turned green, I didn't accelerate. I let him go. I intentionally drove much slower than the flow of traffic to put distance and other cars between us. I refused to be the "follower." I wasn’t sure what was happening but it seemed on purpose and hanging back seemed right.

Pickleball: J Drops Some Bait

Among the players was another individual I’ll call 'J'—someone who has now appeared at this Saturday pickleball session two weeks in a row. 'J' is exceedingly tech-savvy; in fact, high-level technology is his profession. I find this detail particularly relevant given that a portion of the harassment I face is digital in nature.

During the session, 'J' performed a classic 'lure.' He approached me, placed a hand on my shoulder, and whispered, 'I need to talk to you about something,' before immediately walking away. He never followed up. He never came back to tell me what was so 'urgent.'

The intent was transparent: he wanted to bait me into pursuing him. J wanted me to follow him across the courts to ask what he needed, creating yet another scene that could be photographed or spun as me 'obsessing' over him. I didn't bite. I decided that if he truly had something to say, he knew exactly where to find me. He never did. Like A, J was simply another gear in the machinery of entrapment.

Sunday: The Range Rover Ambush

Today, the tactic became even more blatant.

As I left to visit my mother—a departure I know is broadcast by the stalkers in my building—I found myself behind a dark-colored Range Rover on Miami Beach a few blocks from my destination.

The driver’s behavior was a textbook example of luring and lurking.

The Artificial Delay: He or She (couldn't tell from my POV) sat at a stop sign for an eternity, refusing to move until the moped and cars behind me began honking in frustration. In fact, the driver still didn’t move after they honked 3 – 4 times. I honked twice as well after they did. The driver wasn't waiting for traffic; This individual seemed to be waiting for something to happen. Maybe they wanted me to get frustrated and drive around. What is clear is that the driver was waiting.

The Hesitation: At the next intersection, the driver seemed to wait for me to catch up. Then didn’t seem to be sure which way to go. The wheels twitched—turning left, then right, waiting to see which direction I was going to take.

The Final Bait: This person (again not sure if it was a man or woman) finally turned toward a Publix ramp but stopped dead just before the incline, hovering there to see if I would follow and if that was my destination.

Instead of turning where this driver did, I drove straight to my destinations. I didn't follow. I didn't bite.

Why They Want Me to "Follow"

The goal of this coordinated theater is Entrapment.  They have spent a decade claiming I’m a stalker, but they have zero evidence because the story is a lie. So, they have moved into the "manufacturing" phase.

They want to get me behind their cars or at their locations so they can snap a photo and tell their recruits, "See? There she is again, following us! We told you she was obsessed."

They’re trying to lure me into a narrative they’ve already written.