We have a policy here at The Adorable Stalkers: You do not stalk married or taken men. Ever. While it’s normal to occasionally develop feelings for someone who is unavailable, it’s flat out trashy and desperate to actually pursue them. And more so, to pursue them in the public forum – whether on a somewhat [...] Read More…
When you have your sights on someone it’s normal to find yourself daydreaming about chance encounters with them. You fantasize about bumping into each other on street corners. In the grocery store. Your local coffee shop. And, of course, your doorstep. Well this almost never happens. That would be too perfect. The reverse occurs once [...] Read More…
There are just some people who find their way into the crawl space in your heart and squat there. I am not really sure how they find their way inside. But they do and they never ask permission to stay. People like The Heartbreaker just set up camp and live there in your absence, occasionally [...] Read More…
I first noticed The Biker Guy about six months ago. Actually, I noticed his pants. They seemed a little too flamboyant, his hair a little too disheveled, his courier bag a little too ironic. I thought he was trying a little too hard. It irked me that he was so attractive. Naturally, I started seeing [...] Read More…
I don’t know what made me think of Yellow Shoes. He hasn’t been in my thoughts for a while but somehow, on this day, I began to entertain the idea of meeting him for a drink. If you recall, we met at a place of mutual interest a few times until becoming “friends” on Facebook. [...] Read More…
The Eve of the New Year tends to be wrought with impossibly high expectations which is why I tend to keep things simple and cheery as I step out on this night. My fellow stalker and I took to the streets of San Francisco, remanicing on loves gone wrong and toasting to better futures over beer [...] Read More…
Trouble and I met two years ago. We have gone on date dates but never dated. He holds the door. He (attempts to) cook me dinner. I wear dresses and heels. But we do not make out. You see, Trouble is a player. Which is why I will not date him. And Trouble likes that. [...] Read More…
I live exactly one block from The Bold One. He knows this. I know this. He knows I know this. So it was only a matter of time before we ran into each other. I was carrying a sandwich to the laundromat. He was taking out the recycling with his roommate. We both did a [...] Read More…
Although I’ve landed many-a-new target in Hayes Valley, I wouldn’t really qualify the quaint San Francisco neighborhood as “teeming with cute boys.” It just so happens I find myself there most often and sooner or later, statistically, I am bound to come across someone interesting. Today, my little path crossed with Mr. Mercury, fondly named [...] Read More…