The first thing that came was a wanted poster taped to my door. It was a drawing of me as a western outlaw. Then there were hilarious letters describing my wild west antics. When he finally revealed himself, he would write nonsensical poems in a made up language - O Manhiem De Lo De Cookie, was one. They were brilliant!
When he finally asked me out, it was to be a day at the park with kids from school. Cool, athletic kids. I was neither cool, nor athletic. It was a lovely day and we were to play all kinds of sports.
Yeaaaah, that was a disaster.
I was completely self centered, vapid, vacuous and soooo not into sports. I wanted the date to be about me. So I sat, looking as exquisitely dejected as I could possibly look. The other kids just kept playing, occasionally giving me a desrved stink-eye.
It must have seen to him that I was bored with him, or maybe he felt like I thought I was above all the fun they were having.
After that, he called me a couple of times, just to talk. I was oblivious to the fact that he still liked me. Ah, well. Sorry, Howard Gensler! You were such a sweetheart!
Had I been less self absorbed, I might have picked up on that, but then, I would not have moved to the east coast with my parents and would never have met my wonderful husband, who saw right through my ridiculously shallow self and saw something good in me, as Howard had, that I simply could not see.
And that, my dear Mary, is my secret admirer story!
Aw, that's a fun story, though! Things worked out. :) I'm loving that picture!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary! The photo was taken just before I met Joe. Mom and dad were on a vegetarian diet, so I ate what they ate, because what?! Me? Cooking? Yeah...that never worked out.
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