Remy's Lust ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stalker or People Watcher This one isn’t going to be as sexual as you might hope, but for me its half the game. I take the train into work. It’s usually crowded, but I get out early and on the way home its pretty empty. I sit in this one car usually because its empty and has seats so I can read. While I was reading, a fairly attractive brunette girl got on the train. She was probably my height, but wearing heels, so under 6’0”. She had very unkempt hair. It wasn’t that Panteene hair that you see on the commercials. This was very thick coarse hair. Surprisingly sexy. She had it up in a pony tail with a black leather jacket (stylish, not biker), as well as dark jeans and a tight black shirt showing off her chest, which was medium sized, but looked great on her frame. Just a note on breasts: It doesn’t really matter what type you have ladies, just embrace them and make them work for you. Small can be wonderful and the girls who might have back problems later are great too. The key is to make it work for you, and the guy will love it. Breasts are like flowers; they are all different and all beautiful. Back to Leah. She sat across from me and I was reading and couldn’t resist checking her out here and there. I know this is kinda creepy and a little objectifying, but I think that a little looking is nice. She’s beautiful and I am appreciating it. Sure its creepy if I made a shrine to her and followed her around, but instead I just remember this girl for being very pretty, and I think every girl out there wants to be look at as pretty. I looked up over my text and snap….she caught me. I pressed my luck. The problem is she looked away too. So I realized…maybe I caught her! That’s a fun moment. I trained my eyes over the top of my book and watched. She was looking to the side and I slowly noticed her eyes turning back towards me, and then quickly turning away. Ah HA! I caught HER! Talk about cloud nine. I started playing the game of reading and then suddenly looking up RIGHT at her. She kept looking back at me. I actually startled her once. The best part was when she stood up to leave and came right past me and stood next to me waiting for the door to open. She was nervous and wanted to leap from the train, but I just sat there reading and she started fighting, and I kept reading, and then the door opened and she dashed off. As she walked by me I saw her ID badge from where she worked. He first name, as I mentioned, was Leah. The problem I have is this: Did she like me? Or did she think I was a stalker? The difference between a stalker and a flirtatious guy – the stalker licks his lips and looks at your body. You are a hole to him. Me, I look at the eyes. That’s true even during sex. No matter what I do to her body, nothing is as good as getting into a girls mind. If I bite my lip, I’m looking directly into her eyes so she knows that it’s her I want, not her body. I won’t lie. I checked the miss connections on craigslist the next day. Nothing. But the next day, the same thing. She got on the train. Except this time she didn’t look at me once. It was more awkward like we had sex and were seeing each other in the office. There wasn’t the same spark this time, so I left it alone totally. I really started worrying that she might have thought of me as the stalker type and I didn’t want her to think of me like that. It’s bad enough women have to worry about getting raped walking home at night, but being harassed on the train would be worse. I really do fear being thought of as someone who was a creepy stalker. I am flirtatious and aggressive but initially I am not nearly as dominating. I am much more a flirty type of guy who likes to feel my women out before I press her. I would never go up to that girl on the train. It’s too creepy. In a romantic “Risky Business” type setting, I’d go up and put my hand over hers and run my other hand up the side of her neck to ask her “where do you think we should go?” And she’d miss a breath and look at me with her big brown eyes and tell me “she doesn’t know the area that well.” And then I’d take her back to my place, and drive her home in the morning. That was before thanksgiving when I saw her. I haven’t seen her since. Maybe I’ll take a picture if I do. Like the creepy stalker I am. 1:51 p.m. - 2005-11-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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