Confessions

Tonight someone new to my life confessed that for ten years (maybe a few less) they were mildly stalking me. Who knew? Apparently not me (seriously, I've always been a lot oblivious to such things). And since I was born to be a rock star, I was flattered and asked them if we should make out, you know, because I'm so rad. They said no and that it was better when they didn't know me at all and that perhaps I should stop talking altogether cause I'm really killing it for them. Sigh. Oh well, at least I won't need a restraining order.