The good kind of stalker

We were snuggled under the beige comforter, my head in the nook of his shoulder, reruns of "The Office" in the DVD player.

"So you called my office today?"

"Yeah I took a shot in the dark that you might actually be there." He had forgotten to take his cell phone to work and needed to tell me something about our plans for that night.

"You sounded surprised that they gave you my phone number."

"Well, yeah, I mean they just gave me your cell phone number. Didn't ask any questions or anything."

"Well isn't that what you needed?"

"Well... I guess, but they just gave it to me."

"They probably thought you were a customer and they didn't want to be bothered with answering your questions."

"Ok, but what if you have a stalker or something? It sure would be easy for them to get your phone number." I highly doubt that I would ever have a stalker, but the thought coming from him was completely melting me.

"Don't worry. No stalkers here. Just the one." I tipped my head up and kissed his cheek.

"Hmmm..." he mumbled, squeezing his arm more tightly around my shoulders.

How the other side gossips

"So has everyone seen the shots of Britney's cooch on the internet?" I asked everyone at the comfy corner booth last night.

This of course set off a barrage of comments and jokes. Then the conversation turned to her divorce. At least, it did for the three lawyers seated at the table.

"Well, their prenup was rock solid. She only has to pay alimony for a year."

"Yeah, he got a pretty good deal. That's a decent chunk of change."

"If I were her, I would just pay him a million dollars to stay out of their lives forever."

"Yeah, but what if he turns around and files for sole custody of their kids?"

This was my breaking point. I stopped my grinning observation and had to cut in.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. I have to take just a second and point out how funny it is to hear lawyers discuss Britney and K-Fed's divorce."

"What? It's been all over the Drudge Report! We read the internet too!"

"No, no. It's not funny that you read about it, it's funny how seriously you discuss it. Carry on." I resumed grinning and sipped my beer, eyes scanning each of them.

My eyes stopped on the one who was seated catty-corner from me. He was staring, with quite a grin of his own on his face. You know, the kind that makes the corners of someone's eyes crinkle. Then I started blushing.

By the end of the night he had my phone number, and plans for a date next week.