Although I don't consider myself a stalker, I'd been watching this man for several days. Okay, it was more like a few weeks.
What's a single girl to do during the summer down in Virginia Beach? The bar scene bored me. Not much into gawking at tourists. After a while they all start to blend in together into a mess of polyester, plastic flip-flops and cheap sunglasses. Besides, I like to focus my attention on one thing.
I wasn't stalking him. Not really. It wasn't like I had followed the guy home or anything. I have morals. I have standards.