I was followed today. A guy at my bus stop was watching me before the bus arrived. When the bus got on I sat near the back as it’s easier to get off that way (London suburb bus, get on at the front and off at the back) and this guy kept smiling at me. I smiled back once, to be polite. I thought maybe he thought he knew me or liked my dress or whatever. But when I shifted to get off it was really obvious he was watching me to see where I got off. He then followed me to a supermarket. I got what I needed and had been planning on grabbing a Costa but I was aware I was being followed so
I just went back to get the bus home. He followed me to the bus stop and asked me my name, where I lived etc. I didn’t know what to do. I thought maybe I was being paranoid and it was just coincidence but I felt like I was followed. He asked me where I was going so I gave the wrong town and he said he was going there too but when the bus turned up to go the false town I gave I didn’t get on it and he didn’t either. He asked if I’d changed my mind. There was only me, him and an elderly lady at the bus stop. I didn’t answer him but then when my bus turned up and I got on he got on too. He got off at my stop and watched me walk to my home (I live just around the corner from my stop) It was so unnerving. I’m a very average 30 year old. Wtf was he following me? Should I call someone? I feel like I’m being pathetic for being so disconcerted by it.