Okay, while I was just surfing the net some guy I work with spent 10 minutes staring in my direction. He is the only one who can see my computer screen from his desk and he doesn’t have a computer himself. I wonder if he was just vicariously trying to see what I was reading—a blog for an almost 40-year-old virgin. Maybe he relates and was extremely interested in the subject? It’s not that I don’t like him, but I wish he wouldn't burn a hole in my back. I actually think he was waiting for me to turn around so he could make some basic comment like, “Hey, that dead bird is still outside your window!” Oh, god. That makes him sound like a serial killer, but the dead bird HAS been decomposing outside my window for a few months.
Staring Work Guy IS kind of fascinated with dead birds, now that I think of it.