out of the blue a man i used to date through those glorious french summers tracks me down by googling me... thanks google... i mention this not because it’s a good thing. more to vent my exasperation. the last time i saw eric i spent the better part of the day dodging around buildings and stone walls (below) trying to escape.
the second to the last time i saw him he had casually invited me to coffee during a break in classes and i spent the next two days his captive in the forests of god knows where. ah those french!
this time around i’ve been accepted to a writers’ workshop/retreat in a small village just outside of avignon (scarily close to eric). i’m hoping the angst will come in useful when approaching the second plot point.
moot or hooey?
the difference between an obsessed partner and a stalker is that in the case of the latter, the person at the receiving end is their "prey".
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