It's official...

...I am a little bit of a stalker. Not the scary 'going to kill you' type of stalker, just the "I'm too chicken to ask you out so I hang out in a place that I know you go to on a regular basis in an attempt to 'accidentally' run into you" type of stalker (I do actually have a reason to be there but I probably go there more than I need to). Just thought I would let you know so if it starts getting out of hand someone can smack me in the face and tell me just to step up to the plate or go sit in the stands.

And don't say that you've never done it because all of my girlfriends have (with me driving the get away car...oh wait, I wasn't allowed to drive the get away car because I would stop in front of the guys houses and honk, I was confined to the back seat where I screamed really loud when we drove by...mind you I was normally three sheets to the wind by that time of night.)