Stuntman And Lover Of Cheese

by Dan Bostonweeks


The first Tuesday of every month I attend a meeting of the SFOBUG. This month’s meeting was a speaker from Sendmail, Inc. talking to us about a new anti-spam/verified sending domain system called DomainKeys. The talk went well, our questions were answered, and we had good conversation. I left before the majority of the people because I needed to get back to the East Bay and I was taking the BART. On the way out of the Metreon (our meeting place) I saw a woman walking out near me. She, however stopped to look at a movie poster so I continued on. As I was walking down 4th street towards the BART station I noticed the same woman was walking almost even with me. She looked cold because it was chilly out and she had no jacket on. Only a grey short sleeve t-shirt and tan pants. Once we walked through the approach to the BART station she had to go buy a ticket and I went on down to the platform. Eventually she shows up on the platform. At this point I’m not sure if she’s following me or not, I mean, it is BART and many people use it on a daily basis. So, I am hanging out waiting for a train and I notice she’s walking up and down one side of the platform. Twice she walked right by me and looked at me. The second time she acted like she was going to say something but didn’t. Then she walked down the platform. At that point I figured I would say something to her, but a train headed to Daly City pulled up and she got on so I didn’t get a chance to (at least that’s where I think she went, I lost track of her for a second). At this point one could say that it was maybe a person on their way home, nothing special. Well, I would go along with that, except when I talked to a friend that was at the meeting he passed on some interesting information. He said there was a group of women sitting directly behind me at the Metreon. He’s a bit more paranoid than I am so he took more notice of that group (they also weren’t directly behind him) and he said there was one woman that was listening in on our conversations. He said she even seemed to laugh at some of our jokes. Now, this in and of itself wouldn’t be so bad, except that when he got around to describing her he exactly described the woman I had seen. That actually freaked me out a bit. Was she stalking me (not likely I’d venture) or did she just want to talk to me. Well, whatever it was I may never know, but it sure did produce some excitement in me this morning.