pangavan

Have you ever had a secret admirer and not found out who it is?

while I was in the Army,(late 1980's), I recieved a card on either valentines day or sweetests day that was simply signed "Ragdoll",(I'm guessing from the Aerosmith video),. Now call me a slut if you want but a few women came to mind. One by one, the most likely candidates were ruled outand I was left to ponder who this was. At the time I was stationed on an island about 1000 miles soth west of Hawaii that had no women on it, so many tropical nights were spent putting a face on this dream girl. To this day when i run into girls that I knew back then I will sometimes ask if they were ragdoll. As it stands my best guess is either one of two little sisters of friends who were serious jailbait at the time but I will never really know

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He is, moreover, a frequent drunkard, a glutton, and a patron of ladies who are no better than they should be.

TrollInvestigtr

are you sure it was female handwriting?

bundy

i once got an anonymous valentines day card. i never found out who it was from. apart from the card, there were no other clues.
i put it down as one of lifes little mysteries.

maybe you should just forget the jail bait and take it as a gentle ego rub.

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gov135

Ain't it a little strange, pangavan? I mean, its wierd to learn someone else put some serious thought into you. Makes you wonder what YOU were doing or thinking about as they were thinking about you.

It is kinda fun, though. Makes you feel special.

oane

I wish

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forkies

There are some people that I've considered approaching because I think they're cute, but I don't have enough guts. I also considered the secret admirer method, but it seems a little bit too freaky. What do you guys think?

Stilts

Unfortunately now days, a secret admirer is more than likely going to be thought of as a stalker (expecially if it's a guy).

Stilts

Don't ask don't tell.

Slims

During my senior year of high school, someone left a poem and a rose under the windshield wiper of my car every tuesday for me to find when I got off work.
They were good poems too.
I'ts a shame though, I broke the girls heart...really. I found out who it was (one of my best friends) and I simply didn't want a relationship with her.
The poems lasted almost until graduation when they stopped because I refused to write one in response.

....maybe I still have some laying around. I really liked them.

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JangoFett72

A few years ago, I found a note on my desk at work. I had come back from a break and was having a very bad day up until then and it really cheered me up. It took me about two weeks, but I finally tracked her down. She was really embarassed when I confronted her, but we exchanged phone numbers and eventually went out for a few months.

MikeyChalupa

If you could go back and do it again, whould you have responded differently?

-Mikey

sierra2774

No....But I sure wish I had...It would drive me crazy though, I would have to know who it is!

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Slims

"If you could go back and do it again, whould you have responded differently?"

I would have been a little more mature about the way I handled the situation, but the end result would have been the same.

She didn't really leave me any choice. She never admitted her interest in me, and denied writing the poems, so I couldn't simply tell her that I was not interested in dating her. I felt it would humiliate her and would take away her ability to save face by not allowing her to remain 'anonymous'. So I never responded to the poems and I distanced myself somewhat from her.

The situation was, of course, more complicated than it seems, but that's the gist of it.

hang on while I see if I still have any of the poems, I think it would be appropriate to post one or two. We are still friends and she has since given me permission to share them with people.

Slims

Here are a couple. I left the first few (and the best) at home. They were full shakespearean sonnets and very well written. She spent a lot of time on them and were beautiful.

The last sonnet that I have was written quickly and is not as good as the rest, but here it is:

No stormy sky nor much awaited rain
Will e'er suffice for poetry by night,
The force of which the wind will not detain
But driven by one found in heart-strung sight.

Do you think this writing becomes trite?
With much regret, I'd give this all away.
Without cessation, may one find delight.
And more, an aching soul one does allay.

But fie, this cold and torrent stain these days,
And soils too the words with disguised dread.
Too sad to express truly sublime praise
That, rained upon, will still remain unsaid.

The cold did steal some ardor laced in dew
But warmer still is this fervor for you.



Then, as spring came around, she switched to prose:

While you may find the sonnet to be of elevated eloquence
Prose is the more playful for the softer days of spring
Thus the tedious tempo and meticulous metered rhyme
Are replaced with the longer lasting lighted days
. And aromatic anecdotes

Fear not that I have lost a lust
For tricky trysts
And perverse poetry
Instead believe that I have absorbed
Every last breath of sun
. Sweetly satiated
But I regret that I must leave this warmth behind...

Wait, before me still is the counterpart of the sun that hides within
And emerges from inside to chase away the shadowed hours
Such a light, warmth, and glow reside solely in your smile
That I may bask in such a sun is so much more refreshing


Then this:

What cautous eyes do not see
And weary ears do not hear
A peculiar delight to alight
The strangest of these rendesvous

Idle tongue and pen have I
This hour I write in haste
But do not fret poetic cramp
Will halt the weekly appetite

Gaze you now upon the stars
And the sky in quiet glory
The great expanse is there for us
To discover, to explore
The world will well appease
The taste that comes with living
With all the world to contemplate
All I can think about is you



This was the last anonymous poem:

Have you been lost?
Can I not see?
As quick as the waves crash in,
The tide falls out
. And thus is my agonizing dilemma

. The weeks pass and from you, no jocund words escape,
. Sight unseen, and heart unmended,
. Misfortune, my newfound companion,
. Hides you now, yearning far from contented

I sigh. Oh that I may find you soon

Worrisome, this song I write with heavy hesitation
I fear it my last
. But know that in cessation of prose
. Adulation outlives poetry



I was speaking to her about the poems over the summer. She mentioned the "birthday poem" that she hand delivered to me, and I told her I couldn't find it, and asked her to send me a copy. I later found the the version she actually sent me, and it is quite different from this one. I cried when I read this one:

The best of all my vices
hides in daily, trite reprises

the first tinny note
pierces morning reverie
mused by time, that incessant heartbeat;
an eyelid-full of caffeine,
it musters an encore,
ever twenty-four hours

and though I carefully note
to wear a mood upon my sleeve
on the other, skip of a heartbeat,
to change what came before
like the day preceding, of bitter encore
the same ennerving hours

but soon you're there, and a hope
that this hour, too, will saunter in
behind you through that door, off by a beat and different from the hours before.
both came in unannounced, unprovoked, unseen
but too late to break uncomfortable routine
so leave as soon as you arrive

no desired and important conference or spoken note
has passed, but was so intended.
instead you and false hopes
left quicker than a heartbeat.
morose regrets of my lost intentions grant an encore
once or more by every passing hour

may false hopes be true
and happy birthday to you


Even though things never really got off the ground between us, I treasure these poems and the memories they bring back. Let me know what you think of them.

edit: I tried to fix the 'formatting' let's hope it worked.
argh!! it won't let me indent or put in extra spaces. Oh well

World's King

When I was a senior in high school I had half the freshman class fallowing me around.


I'm not sure if that counts.

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fhqwhgads

Everytime I go downtown, someone always leaves a note on my windshield. It's never poetry, but apparently they want me to know that they are "FINE". Of course, I never respond, so the person started sending me certified letters at home saying that my response was "overdue". What a silly world.

double

Greg700,...those poems are truly beautiful... that is a beautiful memory to have and worth treasuring.

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