Posted by Sir_James_Lacaita at bpr10-174.ih2000.net on July 06, 2001 at 17:16:14:
In Reply to: Okay, we can make out... posted by Isis on July 06, 2001 at 14:15:03:
: Now, I was being sarcastic about Hootie, but THAT was totally serious. Send me the wherewithal and I will come to your house and not only make out with you but take care of your dog, do your laundry and laugh at your corny jokes.
: Come on man, not that I'm not flattered but do I seem like a mail-order girlfriend? You better work to deserve it, earn it to own it, in the immortal words of G Love.
So one day I said "I wanna make out with you" and you said "Sure, if you earn it". So, I look up your address and start studying your habits, athat way I can surprise you with stuff. So you leave your house at the usual time (8:15) and I go into your house and write "I love you" on the walls in blood. Not my blood, but human blood nonetheless. I shave your cat, and take naked pictures of myself rubbing various body parts on various lamps, utensils, and anthing else not nailed to the ground. You come home, see my presents and freak out. You run outside and see me, naked on your lawn, chanting little love ballads, and instead of making out with me, Ms. I'm-too-good-for-psychotic-stalkers decides to call the police on me. So nine months later I get out of prison, and what do I find out upon returning to the love of my life's house? She moved! So I track you down, again, but NOOOOO you got a restraining order against me! I'll tell ya, nothing is good enough to earn your love.
[James]
There's a fine line between: Nice Guy and Potential Stalker