2005-06-27
the stalker in me
I'm doing something stupid. I know. But in the end it won't matter anyway, since I probably won't see him again.
I met Rob this week at Thespian. We got to know each other, talked at intermissions during the plays, got along well. He's going to the University of Iowa in August, majoring in Performing Arts. He's done Tae-Kwon-Do for twelve years, and Kung Fu for two. He goes SCUBA diving and took Marine Biology under Hawaii Pacific University's program. He used to live in Cedar Rapids. He knows how to breakdance. He was also freaking hot.
Never found out if he was straight or not. I had my assumptions. Those assumptions were supported by my friend's opinion. So, for three days, I had planned in my head exactly how I would approach him and ask about it. I figured, who the hell cares, I won't see him again anyway after this week.
I never got to do it. I didn't have the balls; I don't know why. I've been beating myself up for the last two days because of it. I didn't even get an email, phone number, or address. I didn't think it was appropriate for guys to ask for that kind of stuff. How the fuck should I know? I don't know how straight boys interact with one another.
So for the last two days, I've gone on a search for him. The internet is a grand thing. The first day wasn't so successful. I found his school's website, and saw his senior will. He was voted "Best Actor" by his class. Even I'm creeped out by the amount of time I spent finding out stuff like this about him.
It gets worse, though. I did people searches on Yahoo and Lycos today. Typed in his last name and city. Found seven phone numbers. Spent the afternoon calling each one, asking for him. Only two of them had people in the household with the name "Rob." Went back online and got the addresses.
I can't believe what I'm doing. This isn't anything like me! I am not a stalker! But here I am, with his address and his phone number (I think) in my bag. No, I don't plan on flying out there and showing up on his doorstep. I just plan on sending him a postcard.
Question:
How would you react if you got a postcard from someone you met in a drama camp for a week, even though you never gave him/her your address, and all that was written on the postcard was an email address...?
This really isn't anything like me. Sure, I obsess sometimes, but I don't usually go through this much trouble because of someone. I'm too selfish do something like that! But I'm worried about leaving this unfinished in my head, and I'm willing to risk a part of my own dignity to put my mind at ease.
tipsydrunk at 3:21 p.m.
