I have to tell you...

Yes?

I've been stalking you.

...

Oh. I should, umm--

WHAT?

I don't--

Why?

I don't know. Something... something about you--

You're insane.

I get that a lot. I admire you. I am so impressed by who you are and your accomplishments. Normally this would be fine, but--

There's nothing normal--

But, all of a sudden, I'm looking you up in the phone book and--

You've never called--

Finding directions to you're house online. Driving past--

I KNEW that was your car. I said to myself 'no, what's she doing all the way out here. couldn't be--'

Past your house at all hours of the day--

What!

--and night

Nothing good can come of this.

I think about us being together. Not in a--

This isn't-- we have a proffessional relationship. I mean, you can't--

Not in a sexual way. Just--

*Thank God*

--just hanging out. I want... I want to spend time with you.

I don't know if I'm comfortable with that.

I understand. You intrigue me. Very, very much. I'd like to get to know you. There is so much I'd like to learn about you.

And this is translated into stalking?

It's all I could find out.

You need-- we both need time to get our thoughts in order. I don't want to disturb the delicate balance of relationships here. Your's and his, mine and his, mine and yours. Do you understand?

I know. I'm sorry. I had to tell you...