I always had my pick of guys. Not because I was so gorgeous or hot, but because I lived on Navy bases, and there were never enough girls for all of the guys. So I was lucky to have so many guys around me all the time, and to have such a large choice in whom I could date.
There was one sailor who was a few years older than I, who would follow me around and bring me gifts. He was a sailor, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was average in height and just a little chubby. He never asked me out, he would just suddenly appear and have a gift for me. Usually he brought jewelry.
I didn't want to accept the gifts and would tell him so. He would usually insist and I would have to explain that I didn't feel comfortable accepting a gift from him. Sometimes, after refusing a gift, I would find it in someplace that was personal to me, among my things, and I would have to take the gift.
One time he came directly to my front door, knocked on the door and when I came to answer, he handed me a box. Once again I told him I couldn't accept the gift. He told me I had to accept the gift because I would break his heart if I didn't. I didn't know what to do, so I took the gift. Opening the box, I discovered a jewelry set, with matching crystal earrings, bracelet and necklace. It was very pretty jewelry but I never felt comfortable wearing any of the pieces.
I never was frightened of this guy, although perhaps I should have been. I was uncomfortable around him though and very awkward with the gifts. In 1960 the word "stalker" hadn't been coined. Women didn't have many rights, so the idea of protecting a woman from someone giving her gifts would have been thought ridiculous.
Fortunately, this guy was eventually transferred away from Millington, which solved my problem. Thankfully, I never had to find out if he was dangerous or not.