There is something deeply creepy about this. That level of obsession must be very uncomfortable to deal with. I can't imagine standing there in your Speedos trying to be polite and talking to a woman who you know is consumed by thoughts of you, wants your children, probably writes your name all over the margins of her papers, is using your name as her password on her computer, and would hate you if she saw you arm-in-arm with another woman.
Brrrrr......
-LBJ
There is something deeply creepy about this. That level of obsession must be very uncomfortable to deal with. I can't imagine standing there in your Speedos trying to be polite and talking to a woman who you know is consumed by thoughts of you, wants your children, probably writes your name all over the margins of her papers, is using your name as her password on her computer, and would hate you if she saw you arm-in-arm with another woman.
Brrrrr......
-LBJ
