“Touch” Watercolor/Ink on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae/www.toshfomby.com
I never told you this story. I forgot about it ’til just now. You see, I, folks, have had a small fan base in my little lifetime for unfounded reasons. With that, unfortunately, comes stalkers. At least, I feel like she was skirting that path. But I’m here to tell you from the get-go, I was innocent. My hands never had any remnants of his hair.
Who is he? Well, it’s the fella I worked with and the stalker was his wife. Now, you know me, or maybe you don’t, but I was working that job real good, okay? Truly, I was minding my own business, folks. In the midst of all that working and minding my business, I was, you know, working IT, or at least the wife thought I was. I was just being my own damn self. That’s all I know, right?
Well, Wifey worked on the job with the husband. In a different area but I do declare folks, I thought that changed with her always peeping in and shit. I’d be doing my thing, my back to the door and next thing I know, there she was, like a damn phantom. I wouldn’t even hear her come in, I was working so hard (hehehe!). I’m telling you folks, she may as well had been wearing socks, she was so damn good at easing in that room on me. Could’ve wiped me clean out, you hear me! And you know folks, I’m real aloof at times. I never thought it strange that she spoke to everybody except me. I’m strange, so I’ve been told, so I figure us to be two strange folks, okay? Nothing special.
Any ole how, the other woman who worked with me and Her Husband, we’ll just call him that since that’s what her was, told me one day, “She ain’t coming in here to check on me. It’s you she’s looking at.” I didn’t pay that no nevermind ’cause I wasn’t interested in Her Husband. Besides, I had myself a little beau friend at the time, a half-assed one, mind you, but I thought I had it going on at the time. Plus, I got all indignant in my mind and got to thinking, How the hell is she gonna decide for me who I’m interested in? That I’d even choose Her Husband had I not been wrapped into Half-Assed Beau Friend. The goddamn nerve of her!
I’m trippin’, right? At another time, that same woman who told me Wifey was eyeballing me, added, “She never used to come in here like this before.” As time went on, Her Husband told me, “My wife was coming in the room because of you. She’s insecure and was cheated on by her first husband.” I was like, “Oh and she afraid you’d be wrapped into all this,” and I did a little sexy move. But truly, he wasn’t my type and in my way of thinking, I thought I couldn’t have possibly been his.
I thought of this story recently ’cause this other woman was eyeballing me earlier this month. We were standing in a small group and her husband was talking and naturally, everybody was looking at what he was saying. I mean shit, what else was I supposed to do? Everybody was looking except her, that is. You see, she had on these false lashes heavy with mascara. I felt something akin to a mosquito on my face and I be damn if that woman wasn’t looking at moi, folks. The bitch was bold too! I got to looking back but in a nice and respectful way, ’cause you know I’m a good southern woman, and that heifer kept looking at me as if to say, I’m watching you, bitch. It was awkward, I’m telling you. I told my sister about it ’cause I didn’t know this woman or her husband. She said, “Dodo (and I’m calling her that ’cause I’m tired of this shit!), was checking you out. She don’t play when it comes to her man. Did me the same way ’til she got used to me.” Like an old pair of socks I guess. But I ain’t trippin’.
I'm an artist who's writing,mothering, blogging and doing a few other things under the sun. I buy toilet paper 99.9% of every trip I make to the grocery store. I'm a people watcher, so I know you're here but drop me a line anyway.
I don’t get out much. It’s because of blogging. However, I did go to the mall. Two years ago.
Probably best to stay in. Getting cold out. The mall’s the same now as it was two years ago.
Totsy, you’ve got to be careful with these stalker types. You don’t know if they’re bipolar, paranoid, or if their spouse hss given them just cause. Well, there’s no excuse for stalking. Makes you give up any self respect you may have, or dignity. For what? If your man’s messing around, all the stalking in the world isn’t going to stop him. If she’s that worried about losing him, she she keep her self-respect and move on.
I know. Alec Baldwin’s ex lady friend is stalking him. I do wonder how folk get so absorbed with someone else. It makes me tired to think of stalking anybody. Thus, I’d never be any good at it,
I never even thought of stalking my husband’s little girlfriends. He had one girl he had helped move and she was all over him like white on rice. What did I do, I took her shopping to try and find her something cute for the Christmas party because the girl had no taste at all.
Another time when he was in the middle of the east, (yup, same place), some little soldier girl was all over him telling him all her personal problems. She was breaking up with her boyfriend and would have no place to live when she got back after the year in the middle of the east. So what did I do? You know what I did, Totsy. I told him to bring her sorry ass to our house if he wanted. Shoot, that’s enough to make a man sit up and take notice. He didn’t want her at his house either.
It feels really good to be up and at the computer again. My poor old back gave out for a week and I was unable to keep up with you. It’s a good thing I’m back now. Lord knows what you mighta got yourself into if I stayed away too long.
You’re a kind woman for inviting her. I’d have been scared to come over. No telling what you’d have fed me.
I assumed your back had attacked again. Sorry to hear that and glad you up and running diva style again. Yes, do keep me outta trouble.
I never understood why those women get so mad at the other woman instead of at their man. I don’t believe in poaching, but HE’s the lying cheating SOB! You, Totsie, are just too hot to handle.
I wasn’t even the other woman. Just a random anybody was more like it. I don’t know if I’m too hot to handle but I have my hot moments every now and then.
Women are a trip! I mean, if her man that big of a dog why would you want him any kinda way. Can’t she see you got more going on? Really sometimes women are just a trip and a half. I always make nice with these sorts, then I find out what they are tripping about. After that we can be friends cause usually they figure out, don’t want their tail wagging man, got one of those and had a few others before.
You just to good, careful of the stalkers though girlfriend.
Yes, they are. While we’re talking women, ever notice Dr. Phil’s wife in the audience EVERY day? Just thought I’d mention that. I’m careful. She’s probably got somebody else under the radar now.
Some women, well, they need something to worry about to keep their man’s attention. Seems silly. But do be careful, Totsy.
I’m all good. My back is against my headboard now, so I don’t have to watch it.
Man, she’s insecure! She better be careful, she might run him away. Or worse, he just might cheat on her.
I’d be mean and really give her something to worry about, you know like how your parent would ask, Why you crying? Well, I’m gonna give you something to cry about!
I suspect she was fairly exhausted at the end of the day, working herself up that way and all. I think he’s too lazy to cheat but who knows?
Hahaha, I’ve yet to meet the man who’s too lazy to cheat — but there might be some out there.
Creepy Chick definitely ain’t no Crazy Chick of “our variety.” Her noodle needs to be checked into the asylum … lol on the socks bit that was too funny!
Creepy indeed. I suspect half of her noodles were uncooked.
Girl, you was trippin’! And you got me trippin’ too. That’s some good shit you’re writing; it outta be in print.
Now, you sound like you’ve been smoking something, Hansi. What’s got you trippin?
Just some of my special medication that the Compassionate people of California made legal (for medical use only) in 1996.
Ooooh crazy people!!!
Funny story though. And beautiful painting.
And I didn’t mention how she walked around mad all the time and got to slamming doors like her mama didn’t teach her any better. Umph!
Thank you.
That’s what happens when you look so fine, Tots. It comes with the territory.
I know you kniow all about that territory. It’s hard on us divas, huh.
Oh yeah!
Stalkers are way too creepy. Maybe she should be following the hubs instead of you. In the meantime, watch out.
I suspect she’s glad I’m gone. I assume she’s somebody else’s misfortun.e
I love love love your writing, descriptions,sass, and well, YOU.
Hot Stuff. Xxx
PS. I once received roses from a woman. I didn’t know what to say … so I just said “THANK YOU!”
Thanks, Kim.
I suppose all you could do was tell the woman thank you. I had one recently offer to buy me an iPhone 5 but I highly suspect she was hitting on me, being that she was willing to drive from GA to FL and she didn’t know me from Adam.
Another great painting and this would be a funny story if it wasn’t every so slightly unnerving !