I Tried Being Joe from “You” for a Day
A Little Lesson on Stalking
I, am not sure why anyone would think that a baseball cap and a black zip-up hoodie would render them absolutely camouflage, but here I go. Despite the fact that you would know me anywhere, you are that in love with me already, my simple disguise will render me unknowable as I observe you and your friends through the window of your building. I also picked up a fake pair of glasses and an adhesive mustache though, just in case. You, are living in the dorm across from me, and I can see by the way that your curtains are now shut, you are obsessed with me. That’s okay, you’re shy, not wanting to show your budding affection for me, but I am willing to wait, because what we have doesn’t come around every day — it is like the good food in the cafeteria on this University campus, elusive, drowned out by daily soggy tuna melts and subpar already-wilting salads. But you and I, we are the limited and elite ham and cheese toasties, piping hot, the ones that other people covet. Rare.
This is rare, and I am trying to be worthy of you, so I have been swimming, running, enjoying the way the fresh cold air pumps into my lungs and awaiting the day that it is your perfume instead. Your pink trainers are visible all the way across the park, just like the way I am training you by running past you on your jogs, always offering a…
