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I had fun at work today. The guy who reminds me of a teddy bear talked to me a bunch. We talked about everything from hot pockets being good when you're drunk to the mest show tonight. Okay, we really didn't cover much, that was about it. But he was staring at me (I swear I'm not lying or imagining things) and it wasn't creepy. It just made me nervous because he could see my flaws better if he stared. So I would glance at him and he'd still stare. Seems strange to me because most voyeurs prefer not to be noticed. I can't wait to talk to him on Thursday. We have good conversation and he makes me laugh. Something I've been missing sorely. Maybe he'll let me hug him.