June 05, 2009 – 8:57 pm

I’ve been doing quite a bit of silent stalking of The Crush since my first “new target” post on him. As previously noted, he continues to make me blush, grin extensively and behave slightly giddy and often squirrelly which, of course, terrifies me. So in fear of being caught red-handed (or red-faced in this instance), I have been keeping my mouth shut with hope that he has been noticing my subtle (or more likely blatant) attempts to be flirtatious. And lucky for me it seems, despite my regularly scheduled fumbles and shy, awkward advances, that he is well aware of my position and that he might actually like me back. But then again he might not. Holy crap, I’m bad as this.

June 21, 2009 – 1:30 pm

Somewhere in the midst of smiles, sarcasm and sprightly encounters, The Crush has quietly crossed a threshold into a place where I no longer feel comfortable “stalking” him. If were to be completely honest, I’ve come to realize that I am not quite the pro stalker I would have previously assumed. Especially when it comes to where one “is” or how one is “doing” within a stalking cyle. I haven’t been able to determine when someone makes the nebulous transition from a passive stalk into an active “situation”. Mainly because the opportunity has never presented itself before. But somehow, I *think* I may have miraculously stumbled into what appears to be a developing “situation” with The Crush…

July 12, 2009 – 12:23 am

Sometimes there’s really nothing more to say than simply that you’re thinking of him.

July 24, 2009 – 10:49 pm

I find telling someone that you like them to be one of the scariest things ever, despite the fact that both of you already know it. For some reason, the act of saying “I like you” aloud for the first time is daunting and flat out terrifying especially when you’re dealing with someone who is a bit of a mystery to begin with. But miraculously, I was able to release those words from my mouth and onto The Crush, albeit slightly unnecessary as he was already well aware of my position. Whatever, it wasn’t so bad. I just hope I didn’t scare him off…

August 09, 2009 – 7:45pm

How do you know when it’s a date or when it’s just a regular hang-out session that you’re fairly used to doing? My fellow stalker and wise friend, Kristen (you know her as kmm) says that it’s a date if it’s on a Saturday night, if it involves transportation and you look a little nicer than you normally do (check, check and check). So, according to my dear friend’s standards, The Crush and I have successfully gone on a date.

I, however don’t adhere to such rules when deciding whether or not one has engaged in this “date” thing. I say this because I’m not quite accustomed to the intricacies of “dating” as my “dating” history is not so good. So I rely on feelings. This particular hang-out session *felt* more on the “date” side of the fence then not. Does that make it a “date”? I’m not sure I care.

September 07, 2009 – 6:53 pm

It’s been a month since my last post on The Crush and since then I’ve been pleasantly stealing his time as much as he’ll allow. There’s been some exploring, some dining, some laughing, some heckling – and I’m always left wanting more – more exploring, more dining, more laughing and more heckling (ok maybe less heckling). I’m pretty certain we’re still gliding along in our happy “situation” but it’s a little hard to tell. So for now I press on, stealing time, smiling and finding comfort in the secret clues, hidden moments, and silent gestures that tell me he still likes having me around.

April 13, 2009 – 8:03 pm

Equipped with a first name and a search engine called Google, I began the seemingly fruitless attempt of internet stalking Yellow Shoes. Admittedly, this particular instance of stalking was borderline creepy and I unearthed more data than I had originally anticipated. Being a pro stalker, however, I was not entirely surprised. Anyway, I won’t disclose the process of which I came to learn more, but learn more I have and I still maintain that Yellow Shoes is adorable just like my stalking.

May 16, 2009 – 5:25 pm

It was a rare, hot day in San Francisco and so I took my cute little self (donned in plaid dress) over to the a place where I thought I’d catch a glimpse of and perhaps a chat with Yellow Shoes. Admittedly, I walked by quite a few times, lingered a bit and pretended to make a phone call before deciding I was too shy to go in and say hello.

June 09, 2009 – 6:48 pm

I haven’t actually spotted Yellow Shoes recently. In fact, I’ve only seen and spoken with him one time. But it was a nice one time and a one time worth remembering. A one time worth going back for. A one time worth riding by on the bus hoping to catch a glimpse of him. A one time worth jumping off the bus, skipping my previous appointment and inviting him for a drink nearby. But I stayed on the bus. I kept going. I kept going in a different direction because a different direction is where I’d rather be.

June 14, 2009 – 1:45 pm

Yellow Shoes spotted at 1:45pm. This time, I wasn’t seeking him out, but rather, a chance encounter at the assumed location. He did not remember me. In fact, we had the same exact conversation as we did the first time, only I didn’t have the heart to tell him so. I just let him ask me the same questions to which I answered with the same responses. But one thing had changed in this second encounter. He was obviously and painfully blushing this time around and went as far as to call himself out on it. Of course, I fled the scene immediately.

February 23, 2010 – 10:45 pm

I haven’t thought about Yellow Shoes in a while, but I was entertaining the idea of meeting him for a drink. We met a while back and became “friends” on Facebook. The timing was wrong and nothing ever came of a proper date. So, I thought I would open that gate again and send him a message. But… He “unfriended” me — Really? I can understand if we went out and I turned out to be a horrible person. I can understand it if we dated and broke up and everyone’s heart got all tangled up in this web of lies and misery. But none of that happened. Seems a bit dramatic, no? Well thank goodness an obvious disaster was averted. Thank you Facebook. Thank you for inadvertently helping me dodge the crazy bullet.

February 22, 2009 – 2:17 pm

The cute and cunning Anthropologist asked me about my writing and we officially move from stalking to talking. We chat for a few hours and make plans to meet up later in the evening after I have successfully napped and bathed. Sadly, I ended up sleeping until 4:00am, never to see him again.

February 26, 2009 – 10:26 pm

To my gleeful surprise, The Anthropologist emailed me while I was galavanting through the streets of Amsterdam . Perhaps our little moment in the cafe was not the end of the road for my new friend, The Anthropologist. Will I continue to sleep through possible future encounters? I should hope not.

March, 01 2009 – 2:35 am

The Anthropologist sent me another email but regrettably, it was delivered after I had already arrived back in San Francisco and we were unable to reconnect during my adventure. My new American friend, The Anthropologist has been living in Amsterdam for quite a bit and has offered insights if I ever wished to do the same. Perhaps that chance encounter may not have been the last… who knows?

February 09, 2009 – undisclosed time

Flirted with the Twitter Guy today on twitter. Can anyone even tell when they are being flirted with on twitter? Can anyone really flirt with someone via twitter? Can anyone really make any kind of sense of any of what happens on twitter? Ugh I have no idea. I find the Twitter Guy to be super interesting despite the fact that I know nothing about him other than my stalking…

March 06, 2009 – undisclosed time

Something recently happened with the Twitter Guy somewhere. That’s about all I have the nerve to share because I am so damn awkward and adorably worried that he may suspect that I am stalking him…

March 12, 2009 – 5:52 pm

I don’t even know the Twitter Guy. I like to think that I sort of, perhaps even kind of know the Twitter Guy, but I would be fooling myself if I were to claim any of those statements as true. Because it’s not true. I do not know the Twitter Guy. But, every time I take a moment to stalk him in my social graph, I continue to find him more and more adorable and increasingly fascinating. Who are you Twitter Guy? Hang out with me for real.

April 04, 2009 – 11:41 pm

The Twitter Guy has not been spotted in the wild. He has not been spoken to, flirted with nor admired from afar. He solely exists on twitter, tweeting in the distance and although I enjoy his 140 characters of wit, I must admit I am growing weary of this lackluster stalk. I hesitate to file my only active interest among the other dead and dying men so I will continue to lurk. However, your days are numbered, dear Twitter Guy.

The Flickr Guy: January 14, 2008

I have found a seriously attractive guy from a comment he made on a mutual contacts flickr photo. I am going to make it my mission to find a way to meet him because if I can assess that he is this delicious from a 48×48 pixel icon, I can only imagine what the in-person encounter would be like. Let the stalking begin!

The Architect: October 2007

The Architect is regularly seen wandering around the neighborhood in which I work. Though I have no memory of the first time I took notice of this strapping young lad, it had to have been when I first appeared on the scene of my job in October 2007. Although I have no intentions of ever speaking with him, I do enjoy the fine moments when I get to pass him by and smile.