There was agirl in his friendship group who had a crush on him, his mates all felt sorry for her as she was a foreign student so out of pity he went on a coffee date with her. Nothing more. He then started getting calls and letters being put through his door and she would turn up outside his office and at the train station when he would go home. It was so bad the one night she turned up at his house he pretended not to be home and she sat on his doorstep for 2hrs. Everyone told her to leave him alone and he even screamed at her on the train to the point that some guy told him he would punch him. He then found out her student visa had run out so he called the authorities and had her deported. she apparently still writes him letters.

Intimacy seekers seek to establish an intimate, loving relationship with their victim. To them, the victim is a long-sought-after soul mate, and they were 'meant' to be together.

she is hot. which makes all the more bizzare

and post up your amazon wishlist

but sadpunk said he didn't mind!

Reading magazines and counting sheep to pass the time away
Hoping that tomorrows gonna bring a smile home again
Images of palm trees swaying in the wind on south beach
Takes me back to better days, summer days the everglades in june
My brain, my poor brain
My brain, my poor brain
Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia
Flying high in golden skies, Im flicking channels in my mind
Finding my utopia a different chapter in a book
Thinking back to younger days as I escape in coopers break
It takes me back to 84 the futures knocking at my door
My brain, my poor brain
My brain, my poor brain
Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia
Turning off a switch inside me, leaving all the stress behind me
Flying over streams and houses, passing over the wye valley
It takes me back to 84 the futures knocking at my door
My brain, my poor brain
Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia Im drinking myself to sleep again, nightnurse pills to keep me sane
Drinking myself to sleep again, insomnia.

she's the opposite of getting a lazy lob on.