holy friggin' shnikies!

[wanderbohemian]

I need to see a specialist. Somehow, I think I'm giving off some funky pheromone at work that attracts fruitcakes. There's a guy at this job with a major crush on me, which isn't a big deal except that he's getting a little too close. He'll use just about any excuse to touch, but not in a way that I can say anything to my steward because it's not inappropriate, just creepy. And then he followed me to Starbucks at lunch and sat at my table. I continued reading just like I'd said I was going to when I left the warehouse, so he waited around as I took my time packing up so we could walk back together...he's not getting the point...

This all reminded me of how my stalker got started. So I just get home, check my various emails, and guess who was "thinking of [me]" today?...Ugh...