not falling down

Yes, I may be in fourth grade, but there are still no words for this headline.

Finals. Also, it’s cold and dry, and I’ve been busily growing new lips.

I got another secret admirer letter yesterday. It’s only my third in four years, and it stillweirds me out severely. I’m not talking about a Crushlink.com thing–I know people who don’t evenexist who get those–this was a for real honest letter, or at least a letter written on theinside of a card in very small girl’s handwriting.

I’ve contemplated writing secret admirer letters of my own before, and may even have gone throughwith one or two–it’s been a while if I did–so I understand the motivation. Even so, I reallydon’t get why they’d be sent to me. I’m not fishing for compliments when I say that I’m not reallythe swoon-inducing type. This person (I’ll say “girl” for now, as he or she claims to be) sayswe’ve met but that I have no idea who she is, and that I should thus “talk to girls you think arecute, and if fate exists you’ll find me.” A trusting point of view, I guess.

She also says that she decided to send the letter after seeing Joe Egg, which is somewhat moreunderstandable. Even I look larger than life onstage, and that’s the same thing that coerced Annainto writing her anonymous SA post on the old Centre message boards.

1. Yes, I got asked out over an internet message board.

2. Don’t ever try to date someone because you think you like them onstage.

My curiosity is piqued, of course, but not in a particularly urgent way; I’d like to know who thisperson is, but really just to talk to her–I’m still very happily taken. This girl has taken stepsto make sure I can’t contact her back short of renting a billboard, so I guess I’ll just see whathappens. The other two were both internet-based, so at least I had a route back to them even if Ididn’t know who they were.

Yeah, my first SA letter was an email from a pizza girl who thought I was cute in the ten secondswe met, as it would later turn out. She searched for my own email address from the name on thepizza box–nothing if not resourceful–and wrote me rhyming poetry in all caps.

This latest one called me “attractive in a heroin-chic kind of way.” I mean, neat turn of phrase,but still: what?

Update 12.10.02 1318 hrs: I knew it was “piqued” and not “peaked.” See, I even caught itlater. It was… I… I’d been up for a long time! Shut up!