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This morning activities included me sitting on my couch and watching a very lovely looking gentleman exit his car. Which he very thoughtfully parked across the street from my living room window. When I say nice looking I’m not talking about a cookie cutter blonde frat boy that looks like he just moved here from “The O.C.”. Yet rather the type of guy that looks like he took longer to get ready then me. He was fully equipped with his messenger bag across his neck and his ear buds in his ears. I have no doubt that they were attached to an iPod listening to Action Action or the newest Rufus Wainwright music. Yes this is the very lovely looking gentleman that I watched walk down 5th street towards Downtown. You would think that my mini stalking adventure would stop there…. You’d be wrong I must sadly admit. After this extraordinary event took place I spent the next two hours sitting and staring out my window waiting for him to come back, not so I could talk to him, just so I could stare. Don’t worry I know, I have a problem and its called men with massager bags.
Sitting there and feeling not the slightest bit cool I decide to relocate, to get a better view in case he comes back…I go and sit on the front porch. I didn’t sit there as long as I did on the couch. I gave myself a set time limit for before I went out there. I told myself I would sit there for one full listen of a Head Automatica CD. I put on the CD, grab a Dr. Pepper, and the latest John Steinbeck book I’m reading and headed out the screen door. Once on the porch I become an instant Dr. Pepper magazine ad for one of those underground indie ones, not that Dr. Pepper would even advertise in one of those. Yet, if they did I have a perfect idea for them. Picture this. A 22-year-old girl who looks like she is 17 sitting in a pair of slightly too tight jeans that give her a muffin top and a layered blue tank with a pink shirt over it. The pink shirt is short sleeve as to show off her faded tattoos that she didn’t put sunscreen all the previous summer and with over sized sunglasses that cover most of her round freckled face. She hair is auburn red from a box and looks like she just rolled out of bed and put a headband in it to make it look “done”. She sits on the steps with her cell phone and a perfectly placed logo showing Dr. Pepper. It was beautiful really. Just the thought of it makes me want a Dr. Pepper.
With my pose all set all I needed was him. Well my new fascination does not show up by the time my CD is done so I’m forced to go and look for him. I left my house and start off into Downtown. I end up at the naked lounge seeing as how I tend to end up there a lot because it is the prime spot for messenger bags that are often attached to men. He is not there. I end up staying and decided to write. This is the outcome. If his car is still there when I get back I fear that I will spend another two hours on the couch and one more on the porch. There really is no point. I lack the guts to say anything to him. What would I say? Hi… I’m a stalker and you are my new victim.
Sitting there and feeling not the slightest bit cool I decide to relocate, to get a better view in case he comes back…I go and sit on the front porch. I didn’t sit there as long as I did on the couch. I gave myself a set time limit for before I went out there. I told myself I would sit there for one full listen of a Head Automatica CD. I put on the CD, grab a Dr. Pepper, and the latest John Steinbeck book I’m reading and headed out the screen door. Once on the porch I become an instant Dr. Pepper magazine ad for one of those underground indie ones, not that Dr. Pepper would even advertise in one of those. Yet, if they did I have a perfect idea for them. Picture this. A 22-year-old girl who looks like she is 17 sitting in a pair of slightly too tight jeans that give her a muffin top and a layered blue tank with a pink shirt over it. The pink shirt is short sleeve as to show off her faded tattoos that she didn’t put sunscreen all the previous summer and with over sized sunglasses that cover most of her round freckled face. She hair is auburn red from a box and looks like she just rolled out of bed and put a headband in it to make it look “done”. She sits on the steps with her cell phone and a perfectly placed logo showing Dr. Pepper. It was beautiful really. Just the thought of it makes me want a Dr. Pepper.
With my pose all set all I needed was him. Well my new fascination does not show up by the time my CD is done so I’m forced to go and look for him. I left my house and start off into Downtown. I end up at the naked lounge seeing as how I tend to end up there a lot because it is the prime spot for messenger bags that are often attached to men. He is not there. I end up staying and decided to write. This is the outcome. If his car is still there when I get back I fear that I will spend another two hours on the couch and one more on the porch. There really is no point. I lack the guts to say anything to him. What would I say? Hi… I’m a stalker and you are my new victim.