Tonight I saw someone that I sort of know, but she doesn’t know me at all.
This is because she is a friend-of-a-friend of mine, so I know a few things about her and I’ve met her very briefly once. But more importantly, it’s because she’s in my “Myspace” network, so the other day about ten mouse clicks into bored myspacery I ran across her page there, including her photos.
And this is why I was standing in line behind someone tonight thinking “I know just how good she looks in her underwear, but she doesn’t know that I know that”.
It must be really neat being a stalker nowadays.