9-Mar-2006

Brace yourselves.  I thought the time of secret admirers ended circa third grade (this was also the year Sarah Arnold and I quit making retainers out of paper clips - yeah, don't ask).  However, I have just received the following - I'll generously title it a poem - from an anonymous admirer, via interoffice mail:

Mysterious

Empathetic

Listener

Idealist

Sensitive

Spontaneously Combusts

Admired

Guessing from the majority of these adjectives, said person has only seen me at high tide of a caffeine wave.  But it's nice to know he (for he definitely has boy handwriting) thinks enough of me to use a different colored Sharpie for each letter in my name.  Which he also printed in block.  And let me tell you, that takes effort.