So there is this girl. I’ve mentioned her before. This blonde (possibly Russian) with extremely curly hair who walks up and down the street in front of the store every day. And what started out as a mere curiosity, turned into an obsession (possibly even crush; my emotions are so confusing) that really probably only my friend Mike would appreciate.

It all started with “who is this girl? Where does she go everyday?” I just have to talk to her. She’s always right there at a stone’s throw away but I can’t do it because I’m at work. I want to know everything about her but she never comes close enough to the store. I feel like the dog, left at home, seeing the mailman every day, wanting to run out there and bite him on the ass, but he can’t because he/we are stuck inside behind the glass all day.

This obsession took a whole other turn the other night when I actually had a dream where I meet her doing some gardening and actually got the chance to ask her all the things I’ve wanted to stuck in the store. It was probably the most erotic dream I’ve ever had that was just two people talking and getting to know each other. Of course that only got me more worked up and makes it that much more painful when I see her walking by and can’t do shit.