| Have you ever stalked a woman?
....or man.
Come on, we all know you've done it. Maybe with a friend. Most likely alone.
That beautiful girl you keep seeing in school or in the office or at the dance club on the pole.
You wait for her in certain spots where she is known to roam just to get a glimpse or perhaps a locket of her hair.
You find yourself knowing her entire schedule. You run into her in the hallway and knock down her books so you can pick them up for her and then accidently feel her bosoms. They are nice, aren't they?
And then you start to take it a little too far. It moves outside of the office or school place. Suddenly you find yourself in her front lawn watching her change clothes in a nearby window. You don't have any clothes on and have no idea where they have left you.
You begin to wear black burglar paint every night as this process continues. You spend 700 dollars on binoculars at a sporting store with an Owl for the mascot.
You find yourself repeling down her bedroom ceiling like a spider or Tom Cruise.
She asks you who you are, why you keep following her, why you are in her house.
You say, "Conchita I love you and can't breathe anymore" and she calls the authorities and now you only stalk her in your dreams. |