There's a guy that I run into at work probably at least 4-5 times a week, and it's amusing because he is *everything* that teenage me would have LOVED:

dark hair
wears all black
quiet
aloof
tall as fuck
rides a motorcycle
leather jacket
pale as shit

If it wasn't for the whole sunlight thing, I'd be convinced he's a vampire. Maybe vampires have evolved. IDK. But dude checks ALL the boxes.

Also, it's like something out of twilight, we run into each other, he is perpetually grumpy and never smiles and he's looking at me like either

1) he thinks *I'M* the vampire
or
2) he knows exactly what I'm thinking
or
3) I'm staring and I don't realize it so it's freaking him out (I hope not)

BUT THE REAL KICKER:

one day, I'm walking to the train station by my house. And GUESS WHO THE FUCK IS WALKING THERE TOO!!

yes, we live(d) in the same neighborhood.

I work in a different city. What the fuck are the chances of *that*?

Oh, did I mention that he's Russian? I had a thing for Russians as a teen. What the fuck.

And for my work event, I had to host this tabling thing and he came to the event *three* times.

And stared at me. Through the crowd. Three. Times.

Also along the line of my teenage dreams, he smokes.

My dream guy was a chain smoker. Don't ask why. I was weird as shit.