I posted a couple of days ago about seeing you on the subway. When I got off, I followed you home. I took some mail of yours while you were at the store buying toilet paper, milk, and licorice. After finding out your name, I got your phone number (thank you, google). In desperation I made friends with your neighbors across the street, and I was hanging out in their living room when I called you. I saw you answer your phone from the apartment across the street. When I told you I was following you and in love with you, we got disconnected. I tried calling back later, but apparently your number has changed....but I think it may be a problem at the phone company. Craigslist is my last resort. Not really, I got other tricks up my sleeve.