Ok, so I thought stalkers were meant to be right weirdos. Like the kind that go through your bins, and hide in bushes and send you ransom notes with letters cut out from newspapers. And I would know, that assumption isn’t from watching thrillers but from working at the club. Even after all we’ve been through, Tone usually makes sure I get to the tube okay, or if it’s too late, he puts me in a taxi. I’ve had a couple of scary encounters in my days there and he needs us back there the next night, not getting kidnapped by some crazy Dexter fan! LOL.
BUT I’ve got a nice stalker! Well, at the moment he’s really nice. I’m hoping he doesn’t turn into some crazy mofo wielding knives etc..
So yea, I went into the café this morning to get my usual caffeine fix, and there’s this HUGE bouquett (sp?!) of flowers on the side. There’s me thinking that it’s one of the waitresses birthdays, until the lady serving picks it up and gives it to me. ‘HEY NIC, SOME GUY LEFT THESE FOR YOU THIS MORNING.’
I’m sorry now, which guy? But she doesn’t know because she wasn’t in for the early shift. So now I have THE BIGGEST bunch of roses I’ve ever seen (bigger, and more expensive than the ones Wing got last week for Valentines – maybe he reads my blog LOL!) I’ve had to move the coffee table magazines because they take up so much room. Well actually, if I’m being honest, I had to buy a bloody vase as well, but I’m not complaining! Haha. Need to get my Miss Marple hat on and try and find out who this guy is! Any reverse stalker tips, much appreciated!
Happy Tuesday.
Interesting story :)
ReplyDeleteBut stalkers or even "nice" stalkers (if they really exist) are a creepy thing.
Have a great week!