Following Her

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I had been trying to get up the courage to walk up to her to say something. I really didn’t know what it was going to be, but I knew that I was going to need to say SOMETHING. I had slowly developed some sort of something for her. At first it was nothing more than a passing familiarity. Like I was certain that I’d seen her before somewhere and just wanted to confirm that I had done as much. But then over time I guess I ‘d seen her enough times that it had occurred it didn’t matter where I’d seen her before because I was much more familiar with her from trying to remember where I remembered her from than I was from wherever it was that I had seen her before. And from there it was only a matter of time before I realized that I was really just wanting to approach her to speak to her because I was attracted to her.

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Having finally come to terms with the REAL reason why I wanted to talk to her, I realized that I wasn’t exactly in the right frame of mind to say ANYTHING to her at all. I felt myself crushed by my own heartbeat whenever I started to approach her. I felt myself unable to think straight every time she showed up out of nowhere going in the opposite direction. All I could do was smile and sort of attempt to make eye contact before averting my eyes altogether, figuring that I was only going to look extremely awkward. But I knew that I had to say something to her and I knew it was only going to be a matter of time before I did so. I just had to wait for the right time.

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Somewhere in and amidst the inevitability of running into her and actually saying something, it occurred to me that I wasn’t the only one at a distance from her. Granted there were a lot of people at a distance from her who were only there due to general proximity, but there was someone, or rather something, else that was at a distance from her that was in some kind of pursuit of her. It didn’t take me long to want to investigate THAT. I found myself quite adept at sliding into its path and getting a closer look at the thing: it was a monster.

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I could go into some kind of description of the thing. I could outline all of the details of what it was that the thing had looked like and maybe there might be those who would be able to identify it as being something very specific, but most people might see the description and come to the basic conclusion that it WAS a monster. So I’ll spare the description as it is not entirely necessary. Suffice to say the thing was a monster and it was following the woman that I was attracted to. So there was nothing else to do but to confront the thing.

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I really don’t know what I might have been expecting. I mean...I was scarcely someone who would have been in a position to do anything about the monster. I didn’t possess any physical prowess or training that would allow me to like...slay the thing or anything like that. And honestly I don’t know that killing something right there in broad daylight in front of everyone was even legal. I mean...it was a monster but all it seemed to be doing was FOLLOWING her so it wasn’t like a public nuisance or anything. For all I knew the monster held some kind of job that was really important and a lot of people were relying on it to do whatever it was that it had been doing while it WASN’T following her. I really had no idea as I knew almost nothing about it.

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As I observed the creature I began to become more and more curious about what it might have been doing while it wasn’t following her. I mean...clearly it must have had some other purpose in existence other than following her. There must have been SOME other thing going on in its life. What made it want to follow her so much? There were so many questions about the creature that had been following her and such outrage at its insistence on doing so that I felt as though I was duty bound to approach it to ask it what the hell it meant by its actions.

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I felt myself rehearsing what it was that I was going to say to the monster when I finally had a chance to say something to it. I had been doing so quite often by the time I finally got up the courage to approach it and then I felt the rush of my pulse and uneasy breathing and it was right there in front of me and I was right there in front of it and I rushed away in shock and embarrassment. I slunk back to work and finished up the rest of my workday trying to deal with the memory of what it was that I had just experienced. I felt a bit awkward about coming to understand what it was that I had come to understand, but once I had finally accepted it, things went quite smoothly and I’ve never looked back.

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The monster and I are quite happy together. The attraction between us has been really incredible and we really DO have so much in common. We’re looking at picking out the right place to move in together. I don’t think we should have much difficulty doing so. It’s not like we have much else to do whenever we’re not doing all of those other things we do while we aren’t following her. Maybe some time we’ll walk up to her and thank her. She’ll doubtlessly be completely confused by the whole thing...but how could we possibly explain to her that she was the one who brought us together?