My stalker

I start my work as a paramedic tonight. I work the night shift. I will be working 48 hours a week. I get $21 an hour. It's a fairly easy job. Write down lots of stuff. Prep them for the hospital. And most importantly make sure they make it to the hospital alive.

So I got a text from a random dude today (I have no idea how she got my phone number) she said, "I've been watching you," always a great attention grabber. "Meet me at Starbucks @ 12:12 PM." So I'm meeting her before work today.

So I walked to Starbucks. I got there at 12:11 so I had a minute to order and find somewhere to wait. So I sat down with my latte and waited. I began wondering if she meant a different Starbucks. She showed up at 1:23. I was quite pissed that she was so late.

Meet my stalker...
Height, 5 ft. 6 inches
Weight, around 120 lb.
Eye color, brown
Hair color black
Age I'm guessing around 19-21

"Are you Gabriel?" She asked me.

I thought she had been watching me...shouldn't she at least know what I look like.

"I sometimes go by Peter, Sylo, or Samuel, but I am also Gabriel." She sat down at my table.

"I'm Skylar." She extended her arm to me.

I wasn't about to shake her hand if that's what she wanted. She was late, and no handshake could change that. So she put her hand down.

"So why am I here again?"

This better be good. I have a strange feeling sex is in the equation. She is pretty hot.

"No reason."

"There sure as hell better be a reason."

I got angry and kicked the table leg.

"I thought you wanted human connection."

Well well well...my stalker knows something about me...so shocking....NOT.

"Yes." I said in the I'm listening tone.

She felt the bump on my head and then she started kissing me...she's an excellent kisser. We kissed for awhile, but I was getting out of control so she pushed me away.

"Where should we go?" She acted like we needed to hide.

I didn't see the problem with Starbucks but I figured my apartment was just a couple blocks away anyways.

"My place." I almost always do this sort of thing at my apartment. It makes me feel in control.

So we walked to my apartment. We walked into my apartment and I couldn't control myself any longer. I pushed her inside and kissed her all over her face and neck. My head hurt like hell but that just added to the pleasure. We went to the bedroom. We undressed. I pushed her on the bed, I got on top and we kissed more. We had sex. It was probably the best sex I've ever had. God she was good. I was feeling sleepy...it isn't that sex wears me out...it just has a strange effect on my mind...or something like that.

After that we just laid on the bed. I fell asleep. I could feel her get up and I jolted awake.

"Hey sleepyhead." She said.

I could hardly see her it was so dark.

"Let me guess the power went out again."

"It would appear so."

I had another three hours before work.

I tried to stand up but I got dizzy and fell like a total dork.

"Holy shit. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine just a little dizzy that's all."

I stood up slowly this time.

I walked to the kitchen and got candles. I used to torch phone booths with these candles...ah the good old days. I lit them and brought one to Skylar.

"Don't you have a flashlight?"

"Nope."

I put my candle on the bedside table, and flopped on the bed. I stared at the ceiling trying to make sense of the dots. I was really bored.

I noticed she was staring at me. So I put on my charming smile and stared back. She smiled.

"I'm going to get something to eat. Help yourself to whatever's in the kitchen."

"Thanks."

We went to the kitchen and I ate some raw eggs and ice cream. And she ate some leftover pizza. I was tired again...yawn (don't tell me you just yawned).

So we kissed some more and watched some TV. I put my arm around her. She leaned on my shoulder. I want her really bad. It's really hard for me to control myself when I get urges. I didn't know what to do though. She turned towards me and we kissed and had some more sex. I had to get ready for work.

"I have to get ready for work."

"Okay."

She changed into my shirt...I'm not sure why girls do that.

I changed into my paramedic uniform.

"You look sexy." She said.

"That I do."

I grabbed my bag and opened the door.

"Don't forget to lock up." I told her.

"I won't."

I left and headed for work.

Work was boring...not that I expected it to be fun.

I couldn't stop thinking about how pathetic my life sounds. Seriously my life is lame. As a psychopath I'm supposed to think I am awesome and invincible...but really I feel empty inside...and altogether worthless.

I'm not sure if 'normal people' do any of this or what...but I'm pretty sure I don't care if I'm 'normal' at this point.


Gabriel Jaro.