It turns out that I have a secret admirer.
Or rather, I HAD a secret admirer. He decided today to tell his secret.
So there I was, sitting at the reference desk, being my librarian self, when a man about my age comes up to me and gives me this little bag. “To a beautiful librarian,” he says and walks (quickly) out of the library.
Now, considering that my library isn’t in the safest of towns (along with the fact that he nearly ran out of the library), I was very suspicious at first. My mind immediately jumped to the extreme–a bomb? No, too small. Anthrax? I don’t see any white powder…
But all it was was a letter. A typed letter. Addressed to “a Beautiful Librarian.”
(I can hear you awwwwwwing right now)
To sum up what the note says… I must have smiled at him one day (which I do to every patron I make eye contact with), and it really touched him. Apparently, my eyes give away just how nice a person I am (haha.. little does he know!). It was that niceness that he found attractive. But since it’s a rather awkward situation (in a library… he doesn’t even know my name… the possibility that I might be spoken for), he felt that he would just send me a note telling me that he’d like to be friends. He signed it “Your secret admirer,” along with his name and phone number.
I was creeped out. At first, anyway. I don’t like not being prepared for situations and this was one situation I wasn’t prepared for. I’m prepared for patrons trying to openly flirt with me. But a note from a secret admirer? Wasn’t expecting that.
But after some thought, I think it was rather sweet. He’s obviously incredibly shy (in his letter he mentions that he wishes he had enough courage to talk to me in person) and this was something that was obviously thought-out (he TYPED the letter).
But, in case you’re wondering, I’m not going to call him. From the extremely brief encounter we had, I can tell he’s not my type. And considering that this is my place of employment, I have to be professional and not encourage such things.
However, the whole encounter got me to thinking about how the love game has changed. I mean, we ladies don’t think anything of a guy approaching us on the street and going “Dam*, girl, you look fine!” yet we get creeped out by a note from a secret admirer? Why is this?
