This morning, I left my house a little earlier so I could avoid an encounter with my stalker neighbor. The chilly morning air greeted me as I opened the door. While I walked, I enjoyed a cool morning under another full moon and hoped my plan to avoid my stalker neighbor worked.
Then, when I turned the corner, I spotted my stalker neighbor walking his dog. I politely waved and hurried on my way to stretch under a lamppost.
A few minutes later, I heard a guttural growl from behind. Was it a scary clown from the sewer or a stalker? Either scenario would make a great horror film. I turned around to discover my stalker neighbor and his Jack Russell pooch trying to sneak up on me.
“You’re out early this morning.” He said with a pearly white smile that sparkled in the moonlight and beautifully contrasted his lovely mocha skin.
I need to run five miles today and I have to do it before my family wakes up,” I replied with a partial truth. “I am trying to avoid you” would sound so mean. Aren’t we all simply looking to make friends at 6:00 in the morning under a full moon?
“What’s your name?” He asked and I realized that we have never been formally introduced.
“Denise. And yours?”
Like the salad, I think to myself and how I am so blogging this encounter. Caesar the Stalker has a nice ring to it.
Then, he proceeds to tell me his plans to run later because he was up all night with a nervous dog. I believe it had something to do with a visit to a vet yesterday, but honestly I can’t really remember, because I was too busy thinking of ways to escape this encounter and start my run.
Reminding him that I have a short window of time to run before my family wakes up, I politely excused myself and dashed away for a 5 mile run.
When I returned home on the final stretch of my run, I spotted my stalker neighbor outside washing his dog. Why would anyone wash a nervous dog on a cool morning outside?
Is this typical behavior of a stalker?