That’s all it says. A neatly typed letter tucked away under my windshield wiper. I’m shocked. First of all, nobody sends me letters. Second of all, nobody I know would be able to write something like this. Third of all, I’m suddenly feeling very nervous. There’s no name on the letter. No stamp, so it must’ve been hand-delivered.
Could it be A.? WTF. No. It can’t be him. I find myself shaking my head in disbelief. Michelle‘s oh-but-I-want-to-read-more-about-him comes to mind, and I start feeling a little smug at the thought. But in my heart I know this is just wishful thinking.
In either case, yay! I have a secret admirer! How cool is that! I’ve only heard about things like this before. How awesome to actually have my very own stalker!
On a serious note, I know I should be doing something about this. Don’t know whom to ask for advice about this.
Have you ever been in a similar situation? How did you handle it?
There’s more to this story.
After I received this note, I was really thrilled, this being my first stalker and all, but people drilled some sense into me, and I started taking things a little more seriously. I kept watch for a few days, and nothing happened. This really upset me.
Anyway, I received a second note in February 2014, which brought me some guilty pleasure (and a lot of unsolicited advice from the fiance, which I didn’t talk about then because he used to read my blog). Then Aussa pointed out that my stalker was a creature of habit and there was a rhythm to his creepiness. His notes were timed, exactly a month apart. That brings us to this disastrous attempt at a stakeout.
There! That’s all there is to it!