We've discussed before how I have never been Michelle Pfeiffer pretty. How my husband had to be accosted by two drunk women playing cupid to even notice me, so I guess with my horse face I should consider myself lucky that I grew up in a small town (that at one time had, according to Paul Harvey, the highest divorce rate per capita) where the percentage of men to women was in my favor.
Always the bride, never the beauty queen....
It was the last day of school. The day when everyone cleaned out the locker mess that they had called home for the year. I was chattering happily as I pulled out notebooks, gum wrappers and old library notices from my locker when something fell to my feet.
That careful, over-thought fold and the blue-lined paper told me that this was an important unearthed artifact. A note I must've saved because of it's importance.
Only when I opened it and read it, I realized that I had never seen it before. (No, I didn't have my memory issues then, I was a sharp as a bowling ball, thankyouverymuch)
It was a confession. A love letter from someone who had been too shy to approach me in person. He gave some clues to who is was...
but I didn't get them.
It was the last day! When was this put in my locker? I didn't have any days left to watch people around me to figure it out!
I spent the summer wondering, "Was it him? or him? HE looked at me kind of funny one day..."
Finally, those thoughts morphed into, "You mean all of those friday nights that I was home alone and wondering if I'd be single forever, someone LIKED me and my locker was too messy for me to know it?"
Miss Ky is going to keep the cleanest locker ever, even if I have to do it for her. Do you think that's too much? And Secret Admirer, I'm sorry. You really should've tacked it to my forehead.
i had a locker that sounds EXACTLY like that one. well...without the love notes.
ReplyDeleteHow funny! Lockers are such individualized things - I HAD to have a neat locker or it would drive me nuts! I never missed such a wonderful note - none were sent to me. Everyone was afraid of my dad - the principal!
ReplyDeleteWe didn't have lockers in the Philippines so I miss the excitement of getting love letters secretly put in my space. Well, that is if someone secretly admired me. Haha :)
ReplyDeleteMy locker was like that also. But I never got one of those notes either. You may never find out who it was, but at least somebody did do it. Way cool!!
ReplyDeleteMaybe one day at a class reunion, somebody will fess up to the deed!!
Have a GREAT day!!
I never found a note in my locker. :(
ReplyDeleteThat's awesome. Especially the part about being as sharp as a bowling ball. *snort*
ReplyDeleteAww. This story is so sweet. And sad. And lovely. And happy.
ReplyDeleteA secret admirer just when a girl needs it most. Awesome.
I don't think I ever had one of those. :(
oh no!
ReplyDeletebtw, I'm casting you in a little play over at my place ;)
So seriously - did you never find out who it was?? I think that would have driven me mad!! Nice mad though!! x
ReplyDeleteEveryone has taken him to a secret grave. :)
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that is cute. You a horse face? Get real girl friend, your a pretty lady.
ReplyDeleteIf you want to come to MS to eat syrup I'll make you a honkin big stack of pancakes to go with it, anytime!!
My locker was always empty!
ReplyDeleteOh, this was SO me in high school, too. I was incredibly shy. Incredibly! I never picked up on signals, either...probably because I had no self confidence whatsoever and couldn't IMAGINE anyone liking ME!!! That came from being called Moose and Ugly at home, I think, HA! When a popular girl from my class and I became friends after high school, working together in the same department at a hospital, she told me everyone had thought I was totally stuck-up because I was so aloof and unapproachable. Me?! Stuck-up? Oh, if they'd only known! Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment, Jeri...Blogger has a tendency to do that to me, too, not letting me comment at times. I think I have my blog set up without a window..I'll go readjust it and see if that helps, if you decide to come back and visit again. Hope this finds you well!
ReplyDeleteSo you're saying.. let me get this straight.. some tidying up could reveal some secret admiration? I'll get onto the housework tomorrow!
ReplyDeleteI'm going to pretend that if I had actually gone through the things in my locker, I would have found a similar note.
ReplyDeleteAh that so reminds me of when I was 18, and my Dad had a variety store where I worked part-time. One day someone had anonymously left a record album for me. It was Elton John's Don't Shoot Me I'm Only the Piano Player. I was secretly hoping it was that really great-looking guy who came in occasionally. After a day or two, I found out that it was indeed this guy. One date told me that he was as big of a jerk as he was good-looking. Ah well.. he had fueled a fantasy for a couple of days, and I still love most of the songs on that album. ;)
ReplyDeleteAw..that's a sweet story. You'll always wonder who it was and what if?
ReplyDeleteDang! This reminds me of the final day when it was yearbook signing! Only then does the guy confess his longing for you...and now you're off in the opposite direction!
ReplyDeleteNow that probably felt like a bowling ball moment..giggling!
ReplyDeleteThose are the moments that bring a smile to my thoughts...even if it didn't happen to me..giddy that way I guess:)
Cute story! Maybe he is a lurker!!
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