There's this guy I've liked, for a while. He works in a clothing store at the mall. A couple months back, I got his number through a friend and I texted him (I'd never talked to him face to face, I was too scared. Which probably wasn't a great start.) Anyway, I texted him for a bit but I think he was kinda weirded out since he didn't know who in the hell I was, so when he stopped texting me I didn't pursue it.

Today, for the first time since, I went back to the store with my friend. I thought he wasn't working there anymore, but he was. I got a coffee and sat outside the store with my friend, and when he looked in my direction my paranoia kicked in and I was certain he knew who I was. I wasn't going to go in the store, but my friend needed to try on jeans so eventually I worked up the courage. We walked in, and he goes "Hey girls." I go "hey" and then walk quickly on, quietly freaking out because now my paranoia is telling me that he DEFINATELY KNOWS. He's so freaking gorgeous and I feel like such an idiot.

I still have his number on my phone, so I could still text him if I wanted to (which I kinda do.) But if I do I'll probably have to tell him that he said hi to me, and then he'll recognize me as the girl who sat outside the store, and then he'll think I'm even more of a stalker. Should I risk it? And what should I say?

Also any guys (if you've managed to read all my rambling up until now), would you be weirded out by a girl kinda stalking you?

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Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living in my head.

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Uhm. Talk in real life?

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I'm TERRIFIED. I just know I'd glow bright red and say something totally stupid.
But at the same time, I know it's the right thing to do. When I texted him, he said I should have pretended to need help. So maybe I'll work up the nerve for that next time...

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Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living in my head.

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I'm TERRIFIED. I just know I'd glow bright red and say something totally stupid.
But at the same time, I know it's the right thing to do. When I texted him, he said I should have pretended to need help. So maybe I'll work up the nerve for that next time...

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Do eet. Stalkerish behaviour = killed chances.

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[ℓiחŋie]&[вeиηy]
In my world, everybody's a pony,
and they all eat rainbows
and poop butterflies!

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That ain't stalking love!!
It's grand, he won't care that you were hanging out with your mate!!
Ha text him

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=) I'm thinking I might, casually 'accidently' text him. But eh. Who knows. He seems like a really cool guy.

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Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living in my head.

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That's really freaky. You've fucked it up by texting him when he didn't know you. Forget about it.

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Thanks for the vote of confidence haha.
I've tried forgetting. I suppose I could keep trying though.

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Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living in my head.

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That's really freaky. You've fucked it up by texting him when he didn't know you. Forget about it.

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lol.  You really know guys, don't you?