Crossing paths

Is there someone that you see everywhere and you don't really know them?

There is a guy that comes into my work every once in awhile that I have been seeing in the most random places the past two weeks...two days ago he finally made a joke outside of the bookstore I was coming out of, "Geez, I see you everywhere!" And he finally introduced himself.

Today he walked into my CLOSED dance rehearsal with one of his friends. Apparently he also knows my instructor. It's so weird how those things happen. I often wonder what it all means.

 

yeah it's one of those things where you just feel like you have to meet that person. because for some reason or another a bunch of opportunities arise for you to meet, and it would be stupid to pass up on that opportunity. some call it fate, i say it's just because those two people have the same interests.

 

It means one of two things:

You either have a stalker...

or...

You should marry the dude.

 

He's cute...but...rumor has it he's nothing but a player...

Either way, I'm not marrying him...and I think he might be a stalker. He was taking some pictures with his digital camera at the rehearsal today, ironically only when I was out on the dance floor...

EEK

 

Tap that.

 

He's a stalker. Run away!

You can tap Pavel though.

 

I'd tap THAT for sure

 

Score!

Have fun Pavel!

Bringing happiness into the world is my business.

 

Badass... thank you Boosh for getting me laid.

 

Like you need any help with that, Pavel.

 

Yeah, you could talk a lady wearing white gloves into buying a ketchup popsicle and then having crazy animal sex with you.

 

I seriously would not doubt it

 

Well, I haven't had sex in like... a year.

I don't feel like I need it, but I guess it could be fun with the right girl.

Ehh, there will be plenty of that back when I get to college... I'd just rather... hmm... play guitar with friends than have sex. It's a tad overrated. (Even though I have never tried kinky stuff... like midget sex, that could be fun).

 

A year? Pavel?

What?

 

Like I said... I'm not that into sex... I want some kind of feelings first, not just sex.

...and I couldn't really focus on meeting any pretty girls my last semester of college... I was too busy going insane and doing large quantities of drugs to escape depression.

Here in solitude, I don't have anyone to make sweet sweet love to other than the cows next door, but I'm not into cows.

Now if there were some babies around...

But sadly there aren't.

 

Shit, I would kill for babeh... I would keel. Not really, but I feel the Pavel. I might do a dance of some sort. Whatever strikes me as reasonable, at the time.

 

I usually do whatever strikes me as sinister, at the time.

But we are all sinister, after all.

 

Sinister... like tears of gypsy. You sir, I would surely pat you on the back for your dasterly deeds... wa..haha.

 

As long as you don't pat me on the scrotum for my alley cat ways.

 

You reap what you sow.