I don�t wish to freak anybody out but I sort of am a little bit of a stalker. A drive down the main street of a certain suburb so I can find Bob and which salon he works in. After the car servicing on Friday morning I thought maybe I�ll go and just check out the scene cause it�s on my way home (so NOT). But then my navigating skills stepped up to the plate and said �Do you really want to do that? You couldn�t even navigate your way out of a nutshell you nutbar� so I pushed that thought aside. I could always do it some other day, in a trenchcoat and glasses. So I trundled home when I noticed a sign to Forest Road which I knew lead to certain suburb with certain hot hairdresser contained within it. So I followed the signs and soon was driving down the main street of Bobtown. There are a heck of a lot of hairdressers in Bobtown but I remember him saying it was down the road from Wanker�s real estate place so I tried to figure out which way would be considered down the road. I drove up the road and then driving back down the road I figured I was the saddest person alive and I should just go home (if I could direct myself in that way).

Bob. Walking across the road. A few metres in front of my car. Distinctive walk. Wearing sunnies. Smiling. Always smiling. My heart pounding a million miles a minute. Nearly having a freaking heart attack. Pulled over to the side of the road. Tried to breathe. Rang my roommate to confirm I was a stalker. Determined which salon he worked at. Got a schnitzel for lunch. Went home in a fluster.

Would it be weird of me to now call up and want to get my hair cut? Should I put this all behind me? I know I don�t have a chance with Bob but I just want to see his smiling face again cause he makes my day better.

Unrequited stalking is a bitch

Tyd

5 November 2002 - 8:43 am

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