Someday I will meet a woman who loves me and wants me enough to talk to me and make plans.  Then, I would take her to the places where I grew up to hike the trails where I played as a kid, or explore the desert on a road trip, or take a holiday out of the country.  These are the things that I fantasize about, simple things like getting a hug or having someone to wake up next to on Christmas.  These are the things I’ve been deprived of… being stalked is not the same as being loved.