Do you ever imagine that someone you find attractive is following you?

This happens to me a lot!
Usually, when they notice it, they’ll start running or inform a security guard.

No, but I do daydream/fantasize that they actually want me. Lol. There’s mutual understanding, but a different scenario.

@rebbel, I would have thought you knew everyone on the ward by now.

Yes, but it wasn’t imagination. There is a chemistry (body language) that tells a member of the opposite sex if you are attracted to them, even if you think you didn’t say or do anything. Guys are especially succeptible to it, and will follow you like a moth to the flame.

Even though I might be attracted to a guy, it freaks me out if I feel like I am being stalked, so I would be more likely to change my direction to shake him off.

I think they’ll chat me up with a great line and it will be love a first sight. And we’ll tell the great story of how we met in a supermarket.

Usually not. Unless they try to approach me, flirt with me, and notice my ring or ask for my number. I don’t change my journey, unless for some reason they make me nervous, but that rarely happens.

Well I’m the one who’s usually doing the following (“What? Of course I need to be in the men’s deodorant section!”), so I hadn’t even considered that others might do the same!

No.

I have always been fairly oblivious to such things. I have been told by people later they have been showing interest for a while, but I have usually been totally unaware.

Of course.

I remember years ago this one guy doing it. I would change go another direction and he would come down the other end and smile and then pretend he wasn’t checking me out. He really was too pretty not to notice. Then I would turn and go down another aisle and he suddenly seemed to need something there only he was really staring too hard. I raised my left hand and showed him my ring finger and whispered happily. He still stood there like he didn’t believe me and I just bought my stuff and left the store. I was flattered.
Another time it was some guy that kept showing up everywhere I went. It was a large store and he kept pretending to buy stuff. Unlike the first guy who actually filled his basket. The second guy had no cart. So it made me nervous because recently there were women being attacked outside of grocery stores and left for dead, and on of the women actually had her baby with her. I had my kids with me at the time. I thought maybe it was a security guy. So when I went to check out and described the guy they said no. There security guy was an old guy. So the cashier guy walked me out and the security guy went to look for the guy and make sure the guy couldn’t follow me home.
My point is. It may be flattering but you never really know what a stranger is up too. I was even worried that this guy may have been looking for a chance to snatch one of my kids.

Pffft. Johnny Depp does follow me.

No, I can’t even carry off the fantasy when I’m all alone. The idea that someone would follow me or be interested in me based solely on my looks is as about a ludicrous idea as it is possible to entertain.

Online, however, is a different thing. It’s not so hard to imagine someone following me when they can’t see me. But then, I have over 400 followers on fluther, alone. Whatever that means. I never felt stalked or anything like that. Also, I have no idea how attractive they are, either. But it has a nice ring to it, and I can imagine that some of them are pretty far up there on the wow-meter!

@AshLeigh When would he have the time? He just completed 21 Jump Street, and is working on two other projects. I wonder if he even has time to poo. He’s going to play Barnaby Jones in Dark Shadows. Can’t wait.

@Pandora… How dare you question his power.

PSHT!!!! Yeppers. I meet them in the tea aisle and make selections for what we will be drinking later.
Doesn’ this happen to everyone?

One fantasy I have is imagining that both of us want each other so bad that we have a really strong connection that requires almost no words. Let’s say we both see each other in the store and there’s instant electricity, just a huge mass of particles between us colliding at an enormous rate to create a huge discharge.

But we break the connection because we just remembered that we’re only here to get some milk and pasta, although we can’t just throw away whatever magical chemistry just happened. So, I guess you could say we start a game of following each other around the store, trying to get little peeks where ever we can, sometimes catching each other in the act simultaneously.

After a few minutes of this shy and immature game, we decide to just stop in one place and convene, feigning interest in the same grocery item. And that’s all it takes for one person to take their chance and say anything to break the ice, which will then start an instant chain reaction that leads to the exchange of numbers and the anticipation of hot sex only hours later, if not right after leaving the store.

I had a one night stand with a woman once, my boss when I was much younger.

I started to see her wherever I went.

I finally went on a second date with my boss, and she mentioned she had a twin sister who lived in my town.

I always get traffic boyfriends. We’ll pass people, speed up, slow down, and end up next to each other somehow. Once I was oblivious and eating a lollipop and looked over and the guy in the car next to me was staring with his mouth open so I chomped down on the lollipop as violently as I could. His face was priceless.

LOL I doubt I’ll even notice if someone followed me. If they did, I’d assume it was because they were trying to steal my purse or kidnap my kid waaay before attraction even crossed my mind.

Huh. In the grocery store, I always make a joke when I see someone multiple times. Something like “Are you following me?” or “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” I’ve always assumed it was coincidence, though… it never even occurred to me that someone might actually be following me.

Why, @6rant6, are you following me or something? OMG, I’m paranoid now…

@WillWorkForChocolate That is so silly. I mean, weren’t you paranoid before?

Maybe just a little. But now I’m really paranoid, and I’ll be watching for you over my shoulder.

While I sneak up on the other shoulder… duh duh duhn!

Wait. Now there’s a tattooed ass over my shoulder? I feel… not as creeped out as I should be.

S M O o C H !!!!!