There have been a couple of indcidents in my life when I wondered if I had an anonymous admirer. One was in school when some girl supposedly said she liked me, yet a bunch of people were telling me they knew but couldn't tell me. I don't know if they were playing a game with me or not, but to me it made no sense that everyone knew who she was but the person who truly needed to know didn't.
Another time was in college, when I was emptying my jacket pockets and found a note in the inside pocket. Someone wrote a note that I was really cute but was too shy to tell me but hoped I'd be interested. It was in an upper coat pocket so I figured it was placed there when my jacket was hanging over the back of my chair. I had no idea when the note was put in my jacket, since I didn't always empty the pockets, nor could I figure out who it was because it was unsigned. Nobody ever approached me, and the few girls I did talk to who sat around me in some of my classes obviously weren't it, so I never found out who it was, or if it was real or not.
I just tossed out the note and went on with my life.
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PrisonerSix
"I am not a number, I am a free man!"