Stalkers

My friend, Leah, has a stalker. Well, stalker is a bit of an exaggeration. She has a guy who has been e-mailing her for a few weeks who says that they had classes together at JMU and that he always had a crush on her. After getting these e-mails, her curiosity was understandably peaked, so she responded with genuine inquisitiveness. After much back and forth, (well, mostly forth, since he was e-mailing her even before she had responded) they agreed to meet up for a casual rendezvous for Happy Hour. She said that she and her co-workers (and by co-workers, she meant me) frequent Legend Brewery on Friday nights, and that Mark (aka – stalker) and his brother were welcome to attend.

Friday arrives. We prepare. We analyze. We choose outfits and map out drink plans, so that we get sufficiently buzzed, but not too drunk. We go to the bar at the aforementioned hour.

We sit. We wait. We ponder. We drink.

He NEVER SHOWS. After at least 20 e-mails, much supposed excitement, and even an e-mail to Leah from HIS SISTER, he never shows.

Why? How? WTF?

It remains not only a mystery, but one hell of a story. (A story that, in my own work boredom, I created a Power Point presentation around.)