Stalking Dr. Bob

I had a wonderful thing happen to me. I was helping the gal next door in neuro with a patient, I turned around and ran directly into a familiar face. It was a guy I went to school with 10+ years ago. He remembered me because I was his RA (which I had totally forgotten). I remembered him because he was a good friend of a good friend. We'll call him Bob (not his real name). Actually, we'll call him DOCTOR Bob (not his real name).

Dr. Bob (not his real name) is blond and smart and nice. And of course that causes a girl's thoughts to turn to...yes, you guessed it...

SPERM!!!!!

All men have become sperm to me. Don't really care about your hopes and dreams - how's your motility? How's your count? What type of underwear do you wear? Have a thing for hot tubs? How do you feel about signing away your parental rights? What, you just met me? No problem, all I want is your swimmers, not your soul. Bwahahahaha!

Operation Stalk Dr. Bob has commenced. Now we just have to kidnap him and provide him with some porn and a contract giving us rights to his genetic makeup. How many men would turn down a kidnapping if it included porn?

95% kidding and 5% crazy. I'm really too shy to stalk anyone. I'd make a very bad crazy person.