Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Stalker Status

In high school I once memorized the license plate number of a Volvo that belonged to my crush of the week. It wasn't hard to do, especially since he parked it in the same general vicinity which I passed by on my way to 5th period every day. It also just so happens that license plates contain 7 characters, just the number of items that most people can remember most easily.

I don't know why I did it, maybe for the same reason that I decided to take notice of him: it/he seemed interesting. He went to church, I never heard him swear and I'm pretty sure he got along with his mom and his sister. A boy so good and shiny from the outside must surely have deep, dark, intense thoughts. Perhaps I thought he was a little bit bad and that, at the time, seemed only appropriate for someone like me, someone who spent extra time on her extra credit assignments for French class and who quit the swim team after two weeks for fear of drowning (however irrational).

I envisioned the kinds of thought-provoking conversations we might have, so edgy and raw and real that our peers would soon resent us, unable to keep up. Perhaps we could discuss the bean and cheese burritos served at lunch. Their satiating effect, their affordability.

These dreams were dashed when one day I found out that he had begun spreading a rumor about me. The story he told was that one day, he was sitting in his kitchen eating fruit snacks (I don't really remember what he was eating), when all of a sudden he looked up to see me peeping in at him through the kitchen window. I mean, just really absurd stuff. Now, a license plate memorizing crusher I might have been, but a stalker I was not. And if I were a stalker, I definitely would do it much more tastefully, would make it more casual, like I would plan to run into him at the grocery store, not stand and stare at him eating his fruit snacks right outside his kitchen window.

These days however, I realized that I have become a bit of a stalker. But it's not the golden boy on the soccer team that's caught my eye. Let's just say that if this necklace had a kitchen window, I'd be standing outside of it every day.

5 comments:

2busy said...

You're funny...Stalking boys and necklaces!

T said...

let me know when you want to go stalk some shoes- i'm TOTALLY in! p.s. that would look cute overload on you in a very carrie bradshaw kinda way =)

Sobrina Tung said...

I knew there were other fashion/accessory stalkers out there! :)

Deanna said...

I <3 Anthropologie! If I were a rich girl...

PoMo said...

i fell in love my second semester of my first year of university in my archaeology class. it was an amphitheater of about 150 students, and there he was. he had blonde hair to his shoulders, and a face like a cherub. i soon found out that he played on the basketball team and became an instant fan of the sport. every day i'd be a few minutes late for class just so i could snag a spot by him. he once said "excuse me" when he passed by me, and i almost went into cardiac arrest.

months later, it turned out we had the same mutual friend who introduced us at a party.

"sara's hilarious", they said, and began to tell him all about the boy i used to stalk in archaeology class.

the look he gave me still haunts my soul.

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