Bob

Bob was obsessed. He didn't mean to be. He just was.

Bob went on two dates with Jane. She was the perfect girl. Pretty, smart, and fun. After their second date, Jane didn't return his call. He called again asking her to call him back. Nothing. He tried calling from a different number. When she picked up and said "Hello?" he said "Hi it's Bob." She promptly hung up. After that, she never picked up any of his calls. Different phones, blocked numbers, private numbers--it made no difference. The most of Jane he ever got was her sweet voice on her voicemail greeting.

He decided to try a different tactic. It was harmless really. Still, as he parked his car outside of her apartment building, he felt a little guilty. Why? he asked himself. It was a free country. He could park his car anywhere he wanted. What did it matter that he chose to park his car outside of her apartment, waiting for her to come home from work?

Finally he saw Jane walking towards her apartment. With another guy.

Maybe it's her brother, he thought to himself. He watched as she turned to the guy and kiss him lingeringly on the lips. Maybe not, he thought. He watched the pair enter her apartment building and disappear.

Bob turned on his car engine and drove away discreetly. When he got home, he logged onto his computer and surfed the web for Jane, searching for anything mentioning her name. He found her personal webpage. Her blog. Her profile on her company's website. Each of these he devoured. From then on, he visited each of these sites and relished them every day after work and twice a day on weekends.

Obsessed. He was obsessed. But he didn't mean to be. He just was.