Today around 7pm I got in your way by accident and you missed the Uptown 4 train at Wall Street. I apologized, but you were pissed and called me "dumb sorority cunt" and stormed away. At first I was shocked and upset, but I've been fingering myself ALL night thinking about how you would take revenge on me for making you late for some high powered meeting.

When I first saw you I was struck by how tall and handsome you were. Watching you tie your tie made me feel like a voyeur, until you smiled at me. I was so thrown I fled, thinking I'd never see you again. Then, almost two hours later, you were there again. Not really a place to say hello. I wish I had.

It may not have even meant anything to you at all. But it meant the world to me more than I let on. I saw you a couple times a few weeks ago, but can't seem to "time" the run-ins anymore. Do you even still work here? Do you remember me? If you saw me, would you ignore me? Are you taken by someone less fearful?

I see you about once every 9 months at random parties. Always the same dark hair, the same serious eyes. Sometimes you're with a guy -- usually you're alone, or with girlfriends. We've been passing each other in various hallways for years. Today I saw you for the first time since 2010, and I was so happy to know you were still alive/around that I've literally spent the entire day seeing your face over and over again. You change everything.

When you finished, you came by me and bluntly asked if I was a girl or a guy. When I told you, you said, "I don't care, I'd totally stuff your throat." I was shocked and didn't know how to respond. Now I do.

we cannot stand what the other has to say and avoid each other, but i still see you glancing at me. all i would want from you is sex anyway. lots of forbidden sex, nothing else, and i think you would be into some pretty kinky shit if given half a chance.

I wish your favorite color to wear was clear… I'd have more to stare at. You're so hot you melt the plastic in my underwear. I watch you walk across the gym and i stare at that bah bah bah bootayyy. *fapfapfapfapfapfapfapfapfap squooge* Imagine that inside you. I do, everyday. WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?

Looking for this guy Matt who I've met who goes to NYU but is from LA originally. Went to Brentwood HS. Incredibly hot and would do just about anything for him. I'd be his bitch basically.