Diary of a middle age stalker

June 23

June 23, 2017

    I screwed up again just like she said I would. I dropped my papers and my notebook on the ground. This time was different though there was this beautiful wonderful specimen who came to my aid. At first I was scared she would discover the contents of my Journal. She helped me as if it was nothing but I knew different. I saw the bead of sweat run down her neck, her long caramel legs shaking as she stood up, she must have been nervous. Could it have been that she was flirting with me? She must have been, but why would someone so beautiful want me. I see her across the steamy coffee shop, her big doey eyes drifted across the room and met mine. She must want me. There's no other explanation. I watch as her plump rosie lips caress her coffee mug. Those lips will be mine. She's leaving now her strut like no other, I must see her again.