A Few Juicy Bits (Get 'Em Before They're Gone!)

Summer of Slim?

So I ran into Slim Shady a while back. He looked really good - like a slice of dark chocolate heaven. I had to remind myself that it was just a few months ago that I thought he was slightly gay. But he's an attractive guy; the dudes I date may be assholes, but they're aaaaaalllll goodlooking. (This shallow comment sponsored by the letter "S" as in "superficial" and "single"...LOL).

I hadn't seen him since maybe January, but we chatted like old friends and he said he'd give me a call. I didn't hear from him, but I ran into him a couple days later. We exchanged pleasantries. Weeks later, I found him on Myspace in a totally random way (ok, so maybe it wasn't totally random...check the "Can You Spot the Stalker" section below). I knew that he and I were only meant to connect on a superficial level when I saw a picture of him in the club posing for the camera with a bottle of Grey Goose. Good God! Who does that??!! Uber ghetto-fab, and soooo not my style.

Then I get a random text message from him "Hey, what's up? It's Slim Shady." Yeah, summer has started alright...LMAO.

Can You Spot the Stalker?
Y'know how people always say, "it takes one to know one"? I think I (and a couple of my friends) might have stalker tendencies, but I'm not sure if they got it from ME, or if I got it from them.

Example 1: As a writer, I've become adept at fact checking because I have to make sure the shit I submit is legit (hey, that rhymes). So I have subscriptions to a lot of underground research tools - many of which I've used to my, er, dating advantage. On a few occasions, I've known waaaaaaay more about a dude than he's told me. Realizing the potency of this tool, I've decided not to use it as much anymore, and I only "fact check" when I'm very conflicted about the dude. But is it stalkerish that I used to do it?

Example 2: Remember those Lincoln Navigator commercials with the goooooooorgeous dread? Well, a friend of mine saw the ad, went to the company's website, got dude's name, Googled him and then hit a dead end. Then one day when I was ranting about how hot he was, she told me what she'd been up to. A rational person would have been like, "Girrrrrrrrl, you crazy!"

What did I do? Helped her expand her search, and found his office location and his MySpace page. (By this time a few other friends had joined the momentum and we were all piled around the computer screen oohing and aahing at the sheer sexiness of the dude). Someone suggested we develop a fictional project that would garner us an invite to his office; this was met with resounding agreement - all round. I think that's when we realized how truly pathetic we all were. Is that stalkerish?

Example 3: The other day I told y'all about the dude who was the victim of my TMI. About an hour after I posted that entry, a friend (not one of the ones involved in the above fiasco...I like to have more than one set of crazy friends; it makes me more well-rounded) sent me a link to his MySpace page...she'd found him, in much the same way I'd "found" Slim Shady. LMAO. I didn't even bat an eyelid; I just bemoaned the fact that I couldn't access MySpace at work to see his profile. Is that stalkerish?

I still can't tell whether I'm feeding off my friends' stalker tendencies, or they're feeding off mine. LOL.

The Hot Guy at The Office
There's a hot guy who works at my company. We don't work on the same floor, in the same department, or anywhere even close to each other. (I'll tell the story of our meeting another time.) I usually have very strict rules governing workplace romances...

But in a couple 'o days, I won't work heah no mo'...hehe.