Tell me I'm not paranoid... Last night, instead of working out I dropped Brandon off at the school and drove to our pharmacy in Tustin to get my medicine. When I got back, I had to walk across the parking lot, next to the woods, nearly in the dark, to the gym retrieve my dear husband. Nearly finishing the darkest part of my walk next to the woods which was maybe twenty yards away from the gym, a man started walking behind me. I was walking pretty fast, and he seemed to quicken his pace behind me. I walked even faster, nearing the door where Brandon would be. The man was pretty close behind by then, and I had tightened my grip on my purse (which is heavy, my cell phone and wallet aren't light y'know) and was prepared to swing the purse at the man when a door behind us swung open and I heard my name being called. Brandon had walked out of the men's locker room and was ready to leave. The man passed me and went on his merry way. He probably doesn't realize what a favor Brandon had done him.

The thing is, I always considered it common courtesy to take extra measures not to seem like you're following some one. When behind certain guys I slow down or speed up simply because I think they'll flatter themselves and think I'm checking them out if I stay too close. With girls it's not as big of a deal, but they're always on their cell phones, and I wouldn't want to eavesdrop in a public place. Anyhow, that's my story of how I almost attacked a possibly innocent person who followed a little too closely.