Who doesn’t love a good rom-com? Person meets person. Sparks fly. Angst ensues. And before you can say — “Wait, do you really need to run to the airport? Can’t you just call her?” — the music swells over a perfectly cinematic, happily ever after. Roll credits. But the path to “you had me at hello” is often paved with creepy intentions — actions so egregious that sometimes you’re just a girl, sitting in front of a screen, asking, “what the HELL did I just watch?”
