He was approaching.

She swooned.

He passed her by.

She followed, discreetly.

He saw her,  and smiled then laughed.

She exalted, swooned some more, then blushed –

a hanger dangled from her schoolbag.


Except for just one event, this story is true.  🙂

Years ago, when I was much younger, I had a flaming infatuation with a young college boy who passed by our apartment each day.  I fell in love with his red sperry topsiders first.  When I looked  a little higher up, I noticed his dark  hair, the fair face, the black eyes.  Oh my! He looked just like my idol – Robi Rosa of the  Menudo fame. (CAUTION:  Clicking Robi Rosa will lead you to a video of him singing ‘If You’re Not Here’.  Live.).

Each day, I would be waiting by the window or a nearby bench to see him go to school or go home – or wherever he went when he was walking away from school.   Somehow, I managed to work my school schedule and activities around his coming and going.  My friends at school knew that I could not stay for longer than a certain time on certain days because I needed to rush home to  see this guy.  My housemates would call me whenever they see him  too.  Watching him and giggling after having a sight of him became a daily ritual for us.

My infatuation and the thrill of being infatuated were so that I began following him, at a respectable distance, of course, when he walked to the bus stop.  To conceal myself, I would carry with me a paperback which I read while I was walking.  How I managed not to step into traffic, only Providence knew. But one morning, when I was  getting ready for school and  knew that he would be passing by on his way home from an early class,   I  dressed quickly.  I tossed  things here and there and everywhere, then left when I had all that I needed for the  day.   I caught up with  him at the bus stop and waited for him to get on his bus.  Afterwards, I took the bus that would bring me to school.   When I got my wallet from my bag to pay my fare, I saw the hanger hooked on a bag strap.  I surreptitiously put it inside.

I never knew his name.  My friends  gave me a theme song – “Tell Me Your Name”  by a Filipino artist.  But I never really wanted to know  his name.  Neither was I interested in meeting him.  I was afraid – afraid to hear a less than pleasant voice, afraid to see a speck of dirt on his nail, afraid of any random thing that could deflate my illusions.

In time, I moved to a different city.  That ended my trysts with this young man.  I have almost forgotten about this time in my life.  Yet now that I remembered it, I felt giddy and silly and young once again. 🙂

Thank you for dropping by and sharing a bit of silly.

Thank you Studio30+ for prompting me about a favorite childhood memory. You gave me an idea about how to  respond to Trifextra’s 33-word challenge this week, i.e. The Rule of Three is a writing principle that asserts that, in writing, groups of three have the most impact. This week’s challenge is to write 33 words using the Rule of Three somewhere among them.  It is up to you to interpret the rule, just make sure to use exactly 33 words.

25 thoughts on “THE STALKER

  1. I remember watching a movie where the 2 main characters were talking about fate and meeting people. One of them said something along the lines that we can live a lifetime with a stranger just by the brief moment of eye contact as we pass one another. Your story made me think of that movie.
    Sometimes, the not knowing is so much more fun than the knowing.
    Glad you had such a fun memory float back to the surface. 🙂

    1. I agree with you Chelle – some things are better left unknown. I think part of the thrill of the whole thing was I was always trying to know and to see. The adventure would be gone once I knew him. 😀 Thanks for coming by. 🙂 I always appreciate your presence here.

    1. Thank you, Cheney. 🙂 I think road safety was the last thing on my mind then. I did lift my head from the books and looked to the left and then to the right before I crossed the roads. 😉

    1. Sometimes they make me cringe in shame when I remember them. 🙂 But those memories now make those times a little more interesting. 🙂 Thank you for coming by, Lilly Sue. 🙂

  2. Fun story! Oh, I try not to think about my stalker, I mean childhood crush, days 🙂 So embarrassing. I wish I’d played it like you did. I often said something dumb, or tripped over my feet – they’d notice me, but not in a good way!

    1. I have plenty of the ‘noticed-for-the-not-so-good-reasons” moment. High school was a very awkward time, The boys were rude and teased everyone who was less than perfect. I am glad those years are way behind me now.

  3. “I felt giggly and silly and young once again.” That has to be an absolutely wonderful feeling. I’m so glad you let us share your experience…

  4. Oh, no! Funny. I can recall the days in high school when I’d be prone to walking around in public with inappropriate items accidentally in tow — so embarrassing when there was a boy involved!

    1. Yes, it is always embarrassing when there was a boy involved who would certainly tell the other boys. Sigh! 🙂
      Thanks you for dropping by Annabelle.

    1. I love Les Mis. 🙂 But I’ve read it a long time ago and have forgotten much of its details. It’s comforting to know that I was not a very unusual young gal … 🙂

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