f@#k...i'm tirone!!!

oh hell. i am stuck in a whirlwind of bittersweet truth.
in my intweb frenzy, i like to spy on people who peep my profile. so last night in my investigative work, who do i see as having peeped me? yessiree, none other than clash_cow! what the hell clash_cow?! make up your mind! my brain begins to spin into the usual crazy girl web of irrational thoughts. why was he looking at me? was breanne right when she said he was just playing hard to get? is he just shy? he is probably interested even though i've sent him and email and a wink and marked that i was interested in the daily 5! maybe he's just waiting for me to show more interest! (note: i recognize that entire stream of consciousness is ridiculous and irrational and i would tell anyone that told me a similar story to wake up because silence is as good as fuck off) having clearly been lost in a parallel universe where clash_cow is interested, i notice he is online. and beneath his tiny picture it yells to me: IM ME NOW! really? should i? this is where my brain should have said, hell no! that is the worst idea ever! alas, anyone who knows me knows that i lack a voice of reason. and i mean i've never been introduced to any voice other than the one that pushes me to shove dead cats into cookie jars late at night to leave on doorsteps and call it a prank. that's what i'm dealing with here. so of course IM ME NOW! is a safe decision in comparison. so a thought flutters through my brain, "what's the harm in one sentence. one sentence. i'll give him a chance. something clever, something witty, he's bound to love me." then before i knew it it was done. one sentence: "you're trying really hard to ignore me".
silence.
doh!
the next day, over a lovely breakfast with a trusted friend, the truth set in. i told the story and finished with "that's funny, right?"
the response, "yeah...or creepy".
what?! there's a possibility that my super charm and wit could be misconstrued as creepy stalker ulterior motives?! shit! i'm an interweb preditor! i'm tirone!!!