Am I stalker, yeh probably

Am I stalker, yeh probably

I have had to come to grips with the fact that I may be myself a stalker. Last night I honestly had the high of my life chasing after this man, hood up, late at night, full sprint for a good 15 minutes on my ‘mental health’ run around the port.


I am pleased to say this was my fastest time on Strava and I did indeed get the award for best and fastest night prowler.


I long to say this was my first brush with stalkers high, but that would be a lie and that’s something I told my therapist I would stop doing. And yes she reads this blog.


There was another one that got away, Literally. A gorgeous gorgeous guy, that I named John Lennon, partially for his sassy hair but mostly for never actually getting his name, shocker.

We met only one time at a party, yessss I know I’m delusional but he did smile at me so that means he loves me right? It seems going to an all girls catholic school may have had some minor consequences for my socialisation but alas what’s a girl to do.


John Lennon was one hundred percent my type, aka probably a gay man and not interested in me in the slightest. So as you can imagine I was obsessed. I was dying to run into him again, because of course he felt the same way. So only logistics stood in our way of one true love.

Luckily for me I am one of the universe’s favourites, so you already know who I saw one Friday afternoon in the bike lane. John Lennon himself hair flowing flawlessly as always, well, as I’d been picturing for weeks (months).


Now, the only thing in my way was me being psychically challenged/horrifically unfit. It seems despite his hippie appearance John had impressive prowess on the bike and didn’t seem keen for a catch up at the traffic lights. But not to worry I would just need to pursue him for a few more blocks to remind him of my identity as his wife/soulmate.


This game of kiss chase unfortunately did not end the way I had planned and I lost John after about three blocks as he looked back in horror.


Soo, if anyone in the Barcelona area knows a German John Lennon look alike, let him know his bike lane baddie is still waiting at the traffic lights.

 


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