On December 22, 2016, a couple of days after returning from Mexico, I texted my wife while she was at the office and suggested that we meet for a cocktail and dinner at a restaurant of my choice. To my surprise, she agreed.
I selected Cafe N*** in Portland, only a mile and a half from her office. I thought she would appreciate not having to queue up in northbound traffic. She arrived at 7:30, a bit prickly because she assumed I had learned about Cafe N*** from another woman. “How dare you invite me here,” she said as she joined me at a table in the window. She was wrong. I had discovered the restaurant quite at random, and had checked it out once by myself.
Within a few minutes of the first cocktail hitting the table, I saw her cheating partner, J*** O***, come stumbling across the sidewalk as though severely intoxicated, moving in the direction of the window where Demi and I sat. Her back was to him, but O*** made brief eye contact with me, then quickly turned his face away as if to conceal his identity and presence, and abruptly changed his pace and direction toward the curb. The man’s strange behavior caused me to realize that he was in fact stalking us that evening, and that he had likely followed my wife to the restaurant. I asked Demi if anyone knew that she was going to Café N*** that evening, and she answered “no.”
Just then, a well-dressed gentleman entered the restaurant and joined a group of people standing at the bar, just inches from our table. I overheard that man say to his colleagues, “Hey, did you guys see that? That’s J*** O*** from ______ out there. He’s really f*cked up. He’s just standing out there—all f*cked up.”
I was concerned. I attracted that gentleman’s attention and introduced myself and my wife. He was a local attorney, there with several of his colleagues. Neither Demi nor I had met him or the others before that night. At one point, the man described an attempt to speak with J*** O*** before entering the restaurant, but he reported that O*** had difficulty speaking. I also overheard a group of ladies sitting in a small, private, windowed room behind us complain about a man “leering at them through the window.”
I called the police on the way home that night. They took a recorded statement and informed me that they would have to respond while the behavior was happening. They also suggested that, since J*** O*** and my wife work at the same company, I might want to notify the company about the behavior I observed.
I did, through the corporate hotline (it’s a publicly-traded company).
Since then, Demi has told me that J*** O*** knew we were going to the restaurant that night, and that he came there because he “was concerned for her safety.” (!!!)
Really?! We had just returned from a family vacation in Mexico, and she was still coming home to me most nights of the week. Concerned for her safety?! That’s preposterous.
He was behaving like a drunken, possessive psycho.