"Stalking...?" he seemed pretty puzzled, but why? What other explanation would there be for this freak knowing shit about me and being fucking creepy?

"James, you've got it all wrong," he took a step back, removing his hand from my shoulder.

Why didn't I throw his hand off me earlier?  I suppose I hadn't thought of it? I'm a rather touchy person myself, contact is never uncomfortable or unwanted. Touching people casually makes me feel more human, so I hang out with touchy people.

"I guess I shouldn't expect you to know me as well I know you." he shrugged, but then stood in a heroic pose. It actually looked really awkward for him to stand that way, because he was wearing a ponytail, a vest, and a skirt that looked like it was gonna be torn if he spread his legs any farther.

"I am the genie from your lamp!"