He is outside my front door, waiting for me to come out. I know...creepy, right?
Right now, he's actually sitting in my kids' jogging stroller, patiently waiting for our next encounter.
My first mistake was making eye contact with him. Since then, he hasn't left me alone. I'm thinking I should call the authorities on him, but he is kinda cute. I would let him in the house, but I think a certain somebody would get jealous.
Don't worry, my dog Lucky is carefully keeping an eye on the situation, ready to attack our stalker if he tries to come in our house.
He won't tell me his name, so the boys and I now call him Charlie.
P.S. If you live near me and know who this stalker belongs to, please let me know! Robert is already telling me what a cutie he is. It's just a matter of time before he begs me to keep the dog. I just have to keep telling myself that having two dogs equals twice the amount of dog poop I have to pick up!
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