woman. Seeing her gets me all fucking worked up. It’s a strange thing for me. My composure is something I need. It’s something I value, but with her, I have none.
I’ve learned a lot more about her while on my hunt. The Internet is full of useful information once you really learn to use it properly. Fuck, the internet is the most amazing fucking thing I’ve ever seen, next to London, but it’s pretty high up there. The things you can find on it are staggering. I’m in the wrong fucking business. Maybe I’ll fire some people and just research my own shit when I need to, but I digress. Miss London DeLacourt is close to graduating, earning a diploma for her second business degree, focusing on the law aspect of business. She received her bachelors, her MBA, and now a Law degree. There's no surprise in her academic accomplishments. She's a smart girl, and she’d be really smart to stay away from me, but me being me, that shit won’t happen.
Today I learned a lot about this woman, but this past week has been a wealth of information. One solid week of insanity provided me with information about her daily patterns and interactions, but I was only trying to cure this unbearable need that I’m not sure what to do with. I had told myself I was just watching her out of curiosity, but who the hell am I kidding. This was never business once I saw her for the first time. It’s now completely personal. This is also a huge for me. I’m seeing that if I don’t keep my eyes on what needs to be done, she could become a threat to me and mine, something I didn’t believe until I dug more into her life. She has the skill and background to run her grandfather’s business with her hands tied behind her back. It’s a problem, but until that day comes that I see it, I’ll continue on with my obsession.
Monday I followed her to a bookstore. I watched her browse every shelf, but not one single section stood out. She browsed them all with a content smile on her face. She bought six books before leaving and I tailed her until she slipped inside her building. What did I learn about her on Monday? She enjoys literature.
Tuesday I watched her outside of her building. I stood on the other side of the road like a fucking moron. Leaning against a building, I kept vigil. I watched her stand on the sidewalk and talk to her doorman for twenty minutes. He showed her his phone and her eyes lit up with happiness when he showed her whatever it was he was showing off. She smiled and laughed with him, chatting like old friends until her car pulled up. What did I learn about her on Tuesday? She’s a people person.
Wednesday I followed her to a school, then the grocery store. I got nothing but a few moments of her getting in and out of her car, but it was enough. It was enough to feed my need to see her. What did I learn on Wednesday? I learned that I need to get a hobby and a life.
Thursday I watched Matt and London go to a yoga class together. Later that evening, I hid in a dark corner of a noisy restaurant, watching her and Matt from a distance as they talked and laughed together. They spent two carefree hours there before I followed them to a smaller bar, but I couldn’t stay. I was pulled away due to business. That night was another lesson for me in self-control as I watched every man in the place stare and send her drinks. But despite that, what did I learn on Thursday? London looks fucking hot in tight yoga pants, where Matt does not. Good God.
I’m well aware that this behavior isn’t normal, but I’ve never really functioned on a “normal” level. Normal is too mundane, too plain, and too boring for someone like myself. I function on a level of extremes, always going above and beyond what’s needed. The ultimate life lesson learned from this week? I need some serious fucking counseling.
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It’s Friday, and after my jaunt around the college campus, I’m now being dragged around the rest of the campus by Ms. Jones, which is
I’ve learned a lot more about her while on my hunt. The Internet is full of useful information once you really learn to use it properly. Fuck, the internet is the most amazing fucking thing I’ve ever seen, next to London, but it’s pretty high up there. The things you can find on it are staggering. I’m in the wrong fucking business. Maybe I’ll fire some people and just research my own shit when I need to, but I digress. Miss London DeLacourt is close to graduating, earning a diploma for her second business degree, focusing on the law aspect of business. She received her bachelors, her MBA, and now a Law degree. There's no surprise in her academic accomplishments. She's a smart girl, and she’d be really smart to stay away from me, but me being me, that shit won’t happen.
Today I learned a lot about this woman, but this past week has been a wealth of information. One solid week of insanity provided me with information about her daily patterns and interactions, but I was only trying to cure this unbearable need that I’m not sure what to do with. I had told myself I was just watching her out of curiosity, but who the hell am I kidding. This was never business once I saw her for the first time. It’s now completely personal. This is also a huge for me. I’m seeing that if I don’t keep my eyes on what needs to be done, she could become a threat to me and mine, something I didn’t believe until I dug more into her life. She has the skill and background to run her grandfather’s business with her hands tied behind her back. It’s a problem, but until that day comes that I see it, I’ll continue on with my obsession.
Monday I followed her to a bookstore. I watched her browse every shelf, but not one single section stood out. She browsed them all with a content smile on her face. She bought six books before leaving and I tailed her until she slipped inside her building. What did I learn about her on Monday? She enjoys literature.
Tuesday I watched her outside of her building. I stood on the other side of the road like a fucking moron. Leaning against a building, I kept vigil. I watched her stand on the sidewalk and talk to her doorman for twenty minutes. He showed her his phone and her eyes lit up with happiness when he showed her whatever it was he was showing off. She smiled and laughed with him, chatting like old friends until her car pulled up. What did I learn about her on Tuesday? She’s a people person.
Wednesday I followed her to a school, then the grocery store. I got nothing but a few moments of her getting in and out of her car, but it was enough. It was enough to feed my need to see her. What did I learn on Wednesday? I learned that I need to get a hobby and a life.
Thursday I watched Matt and London go to a yoga class together. Later that evening, I hid in a dark corner of a noisy restaurant, watching her and Matt from a distance as they talked and laughed together. They spent two carefree hours there before I followed them to a smaller bar, but I couldn’t stay. I was pulled away due to business. That night was another lesson for me in self-control as I watched every man in the place stare and send her drinks. But despite that, what did I learn on Thursday? London looks fucking hot in tight yoga pants, where Matt does not. Good God.
I’m well aware that this behavior isn’t normal, but I’ve never really functioned on a “normal” level. Normal is too mundane, too plain, and too boring for someone like myself. I function on a level of extremes, always going above and beyond what’s needed. The ultimate life lesson learned from this week? I need some serious fucking counseling.
~~~~~~
It’s Friday, and after my jaunt around the college campus, I’m now being dragged around the rest of the campus by Ms. Jones, which is
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