Just a girl at work but she tries to ignore me but if I stand outside of her house enough I am sure she will notice me one day
The trick is to rustle the bushes as she walks by, otherwise she'll never notice you. Unless you doing the sinister version and just standing in her garden staring at the windows.
The trick is to rustle the bushes as she walks by, otherwise she'll never notice you. Unless you doing the sinister version and just standing in her garden staring at the windows.
No her husband gets annoyed if I stare through the windows too much I usually just hide behind the wheelie bins and hope she might come out to throw garbage away.
When I was a girl, I was obsessed with this bloke who was playing it hot and cold. I'd just spend all day staring at my phone wondering why he wasn't ringing or texting, and talking about him to my friends. Then he went abroad for a year, and when he came back I realised he was a short, overweight, immature no hoper with smelly feet and an obsession with batman.
Not exactly 'someone'. At work, I was obsessed with winning an account from a notoriously unattainable company.
I so badly wanted them as our client that I did deep research, rewrote proposals to match their known preferences and needs, and trawled through miles-long records for forgotten gems that would attract their interest. I also learnt their business history, current employees' names and key figures' usual social hang-outs (restaurants, etc.). I even spent some time in news archives to read reports about their business deals.
After a month, I knew the company inside out. In fact, I know I can score 100% if I used that company as my specialist subject on Mastermind. Honestly, I dreamt and breathed that damn company for a solid month. It was pretty bad when I realised I could recall key figures' birthdays better than my own relatives' birthdays.
Anyway, my obsession paid off when I won the account after just one meeting. An achievement no one else managed to make in 23 years before I came along. God, I was thrilled as ****.
The only time for me was the usual school time crush on a girl called Fran. She was gorgeous, but had me firmly in the friend zone, and fancied my best mate (who she wed later in life).
I was infatuated with her, but the closest I ever got was sucking her nipples and breasts at a party after our final year at school. My mate had taken another girl to the party, so I was used as revenge, but wasn't complaining! My only complaint was that I never got to pot the pink.
Not exactly 'someone'. At work, I was obsessed with winning an account from a notoriously unattainable company.
I so badly wanted them as our client that I did deep research, rewrote proposals to match their known preferences and needs, and trawled through miles-long records for forgotten gems that would attract their interest. I also learnt their business history, current employees' names and key figures' usual social hang-outs (restaurants, etc.). I even spent some time in news archives to read reports about their business deals.
After a month, I knew the company inside out. In fact, I know I can score 100% if I used that company as my specialist subject on Mastermind. Honestly, I dreamt and breathed that damn company for a solid month. It was pretty bad when I realised I could recall key figures' birthdays better than my own relatives' birthdays.
Anyway, my obsession paid off when I won the account after just one meeting. An achievement no one else managed to make in 23 years before I came along. God, I was thrilled as ****.
I hope you were well rewarded for your efforts by your own firm, as that shows a tenacity and dedication that are very rare in an employee. Well done
I had a friend that was obsessed with Madonna and a compulsive collector of every recording, in every format, and every piece of memorabilia ever produced, no matter how rare. I had a limited issue of the Like a Prayer cassette that smelled like patchouli oil and she, for some reason, hadn't managed to procure this version. Well, she totally nipped my head about it for ages, even though she had the album in every other available format. It was like her life wouldn't be complete unless she had THIS version of the album. I stubbornly refused to part with it even though I wasn't that much of a fan.
I suspect the obsessive bint pinched it off me in the end as I no longer have it.
I had a friend that was obsessed with Madonna and a compulsive collector of every recording, in every format, and every piece of memorabilia ever produced, no matter how rare. I had a limited issue of the Like a Prayer cassette that smelled like patchouli oil and she, for some reason, hadn't managed to procure this version. Well, she totally nipped my head about it for ages, even though she had the album in every other available format. It was like her life wouldn't be complete unless she had THIS version of the album. I stubbornly refused to part with it even though I wasn't that much of a fan.
I suspect the obsessive bint pinched it off me in the end as I no longer have it.
Not exactly 'someone'. At work, I was obsessed with winning an account from a notoriously unattainable company.
I so badly wanted them as our client that I did deep research, rewrote proposals to match their known preferences and needs, and trawled through miles-long records for forgotten gems that would attract their interest. I also learnt their business history, current employees' names and key figures' usual social hang-outs (restaurants, etc.). I even spent some time in news archives to read reports about their business deals.
After a month, I knew the company inside out. In fact, I know I can score 100% if I used that company as my specialist subject on Mastermind. Honestly, I dreamt and breathed that damn company for a solid month. It was pretty bad when I realised I could recall key figures' birthdays better than my own relatives' birthdays.
Anyway, my obsession paid off when I won the account after just one meeting. An achievement no one else managed to make in 23 years before I came along. God, I was thrilled as ****.
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Yep. She might even get you arrested for stalking her;):D
The trick is to rustle the bushes as she walks by, otherwise she'll never notice you. Unless you doing the sinister version and just standing in her garden staring at the windows.
No her husband gets annoyed if I stare through the windows too much I usually just hide behind the wheelie bins and hope she might come out to throw garbage away.
I have had a lifelong obsession with myself.
I so badly wanted them as our client that I did deep research, rewrote proposals to match their known preferences and needs, and trawled through miles-long records for forgotten gems that would attract their interest. I also learnt their business history, current employees' names and key figures' usual social hang-outs (restaurants, etc.). I even spent some time in news archives to read reports about their business deals.
After a month, I knew the company inside out. In fact, I know I can score 100% if I used that company as my specialist subject on Mastermind. Honestly, I dreamt and breathed that damn company for a solid month. It was pretty bad when I realised I could recall key figures' birthdays better than my own relatives' birthdays.
Anyway, my obsession paid off when I won the account after just one meeting. An achievement no one else managed to make in 23 years before I came along. God, I was thrilled as ****.
As opposed to now, when you're...?!?!
The only time for me was the usual school time crush on a girl called Fran. She was gorgeous, but had me firmly in the friend zone, and fancied my best mate (who she wed later in life).
I was infatuated with her, but the closest I ever got was sucking her nipples and breasts at a party after our final year at school. My mate had taken another girl to the party, so I was used as revenge, but wasn't complaining! My only complaint was that I never got to pot the pink.
A woman.
No, I get bored easily tbh.
Only until I had her. Turned out she wasn't that good. Meh
I hope you were well rewarded for your efforts by your own firm, as that shows a tenacity and dedication that are very rare in an employee. Well done
She was a bit wild by all accounts.
I know
I suspect the obsessive bint pinched it off me in the end as I no longer have it.
An obsession with Madonna :eek::eek:
I like this
What an interesting choice.
Several as an older woman.
The years in between I was actually having sex.
My daughter just rolls her eyes:rolleyes::o:D
Paul Daniels?
Me too.
I've had a few mini obsessions though. Though generally not with people.