Stalker Guy (or The Night I Passed Out in a Puddle)
There was a long parade of men when I was at school in California. So long that I often lose one of them in shuffle. It's not because the story is no good but probably more because both of our behaviors were so out of whack and at times, embarrassing that it puts me in a better light not to repeat it. Well, big deal. See, I think I've told all of you about my penchant for looking up people (ok fine, mostly men) from my past just to have a look-see where they are now. Usually when I search for... Sign in to see full entry.