stalking.
These chats took place on Monday night and Tuesday afternoon/evening:
Christian: Did you see the sunset?
Insane
10:30 PM me: the sunset this evening?
Christian: yeah
me: nope, was in class
evening philosophy T_T
Christian: ?
tutorial?
10:31 PM me: no, like a 3-credit class held from 5-7:30PM on mondays in the chavez building
phil111
Christian: sweet, now i know where i can stalk you
10:32 PM me: yeah, on monday evenings
or you can show up at the science library on mondays and wednesdays
10:33 PM Christian: while you're working?
me: i work pretty much by myself there
almost no supervision
Christian: oooooo
10:34 PM me: spending most of my time on the floors shelving cartfuls of books anyway
...
Christian: i was just in the science library
4:13 PM me: yes?
Christian: dropped off a book
looked for you there
me: i said i work there monday and wednesday, today is tuesday
Christian: right, i realized that when i got there
...
me: argh, wish it was quiet in here
4:19 PM Christian: where are you?
me: espresso art cafe
Christian: that place smells bad
don't go there anymore
me: yeah, i know
but i like the upstairs study room
when it's freakin QUIET
4:20 PM Christian: could have fun on the pool table there
i mean with the pool table
....
Christian: i went to espresso art, but you were gone
me: was it after 6:30?
Christian: yeah
me: they reserved the study room for an event
i had to clear out
Christian: yah, i saw
some movie
7:17 PM me: better luck stalking me next time :P
i'm at the science library tomorrow
1-8PM
Christian: ok
7:19 PM which floor?
me: every floor
depends
i'm responsible for all of them
Christian: lots of floors
me: only 5...
7:20 PM actually more like 4.25 since the reference and current periodicals are pretty low maintenance
you'll just have to walk around and look for a cart full of books
parked next to a row of shelves
Christian: and then?
me: dunno
7:21 PM only if you feel like it
Christian: right
me: you don't have to
Christian: i know
you may not like to be stalked
me: if i didn't like to be stalked i wouldn't have told you
Christian: true
Today might very possibly be the day.
I'll be working, doing my job, putting the books away and a 49-year-old Swedish computer science associate professor will come up behind me as I'm shelving, and I will look at him with an expression of pure horror on my face and faint.
Well, in the worst-case anyway.
And then?
Dunno.
Would I say "Hello, Professor"? Would I say "HOLY SHIT IT'S YOU"? Would I let him touch me? Kiss me? Feel me up? Fuck me while I'm on the job?
I don't know. I don't even know why I told him to come look for me today. James is at work on the train in El Paso for the next day or two.
I had a dream about it.
I had a dream I was in a doctor's waiting room type-thing, picking some paper up from the floor when Christian all of a sudden comes out of the elevator nearby, looking as though he were about to meet someone here in the waiting room. But he sees me, and I see him. I'm still halfway bent over to pick up the thing on the floor. It takes him a second but he realizes it's me. The person who was expecting him is sitting in a chair looking at him expectantly, but he says, "Adam will see you instead." He then tells me to follow him back into the elevator, which (in the way dreams do this) turns out to be a small office or carrel of some kind. He says hello and starts kissing my neck, I am absolutely paralyzed, thinking "What's happening? Why am I doing this? Oh God..." There is a mirror in the office and I can see my reflection, it is halfway between looking like I've been wailing and halfway towards ecstatic abandon. For some reason, even though Christian is Swedish and has been speaking English for the better part of his life, he has that heavy German/Austrian/Swiss accent (better recognized as "Ze Freud"), and he says, "Now, my dear, you must decide between the boyfriend and the professor." He doesn't fuck me, but he touches me, feels me up, molests me, my panties are thoroughly drenched - and at some point after I emerge from the elevator/office/carrel, back out into the doctor's waiting room, and walk out of the building towards that is (in my dream, although it looks completely different in real life) the library. I see my coworker John, and he slaps me convivially on the back. I see my friend Sammy (who doesn't even go to this University), and he says "Heeey, homegirl back to work, huh? We have a shit-ton of books to put away..."
Oh God. What do I do? If he does show up there, what do I do?
I don't know, I don't know!
Whatever happens, I showered and combed my hair and put on my best makeup just in case.
Christian: Did you see the sunset?
Insane
10:30 PM me: the sunset this evening?
Christian: yeah
me: nope, was in class
evening philosophy T_T
Christian: ?
tutorial?
10:31 PM me: no, like a 3-credit class held from 5-7:30PM on mondays in the chavez building
phil111
Christian: sweet, now i know where i can stalk you
10:32 PM me: yeah, on monday evenings
or you can show up at the science library on mondays and wednesdays
10:33 PM Christian: while you're working?
me: i work pretty much by myself there
almost no supervision
Christian: oooooo
10:34 PM me: spending most of my time on the floors shelving cartfuls of books anyway
...
Christian: i was just in the science library
4:13 PM me: yes?
Christian: dropped off a book
looked for you there
me: i said i work there monday and wednesday, today is tuesday
Christian: right, i realized that when i got there
...
me: argh, wish it was quiet in here
4:19 PM Christian: where are you?
me: espresso art cafe
Christian: that place smells bad
don't go there anymore
me: yeah, i know
but i like the upstairs study room
when it's freakin QUIET
4:20 PM Christian: could have fun on the pool table there
i mean with the pool table
....
Christian: i went to espresso art, but you were gone
me: was it after 6:30?
Christian: yeah
me: they reserved the study room for an event
i had to clear out
Christian: yah, i saw
some movie
7:17 PM me: better luck stalking me next time :P
i'm at the science library tomorrow
1-8PM
Christian: ok
7:19 PM which floor?
me: every floor
depends
i'm responsible for all of them
Christian: lots of floors
me: only 5...
7:20 PM actually more like 4.25 since the reference and current periodicals are pretty low maintenance
you'll just have to walk around and look for a cart full of books
parked next to a row of shelves
Christian: and then?
me: dunno
7:21 PM only if you feel like it
Christian: right
me: you don't have to
Christian: i know
you may not like to be stalked
me: if i didn't like to be stalked i wouldn't have told you
Christian: true
Today might very possibly be the day.
I'll be working, doing my job, putting the books away and a 49-year-old Swedish computer science associate professor will come up behind me as I'm shelving, and I will look at him with an expression of pure horror on my face and faint.
Well, in the worst-case anyway.
And then?
Dunno.
Would I say "Hello, Professor"? Would I say "HOLY SHIT IT'S YOU"? Would I let him touch me? Kiss me? Feel me up? Fuck me while I'm on the job?
I don't know. I don't even know why I told him to come look for me today. James is at work on the train in El Paso for the next day or two.
I had a dream about it.
I had a dream I was in a doctor's waiting room type-thing, picking some paper up from the floor when Christian all of a sudden comes out of the elevator nearby, looking as though he were about to meet someone here in the waiting room. But he sees me, and I see him. I'm still halfway bent over to pick up the thing on the floor. It takes him a second but he realizes it's me. The person who was expecting him is sitting in a chair looking at him expectantly, but he says, "Adam will see you instead." He then tells me to follow him back into the elevator, which (in the way dreams do this) turns out to be a small office or carrel of some kind. He says hello and starts kissing my neck, I am absolutely paralyzed, thinking "What's happening? Why am I doing this? Oh God..." There is a mirror in the office and I can see my reflection, it is halfway between looking like I've been wailing and halfway towards ecstatic abandon. For some reason, even though Christian is Swedish and has been speaking English for the better part of his life, he has that heavy German/Austrian/Swiss accent (better recognized as "Ze Freud"), and he says, "Now, my dear, you must decide between the boyfriend and the professor." He doesn't fuck me, but he touches me, feels me up, molests me, my panties are thoroughly drenched - and at some point after I emerge from the elevator/office/carrel, back out into the doctor's waiting room, and walk out of the building towards that is (in my dream, although it looks completely different in real life) the library. I see my coworker John, and he slaps me convivially on the back. I see my friend Sammy (who doesn't even go to this University), and he says "Heeey, homegirl back to work, huh? We have a shit-ton of books to put away..."
Oh God. What do I do? If he does show up there, what do I do?
I don't know, I don't know!
Whatever happens, I showered and combed my hair and put on my best makeup just in case.