What would you do if a Walkman landed at your door with instructions of a quest you must follow to reveal your secret admirer?
What if you didn't have the ability to connect and communicate with the world around you?
What if love came wrapped up in...
We split up in the store and I just wander around aimlessly. This store sells duck and pancakes, but why on this earth would that be a clue? Dubby comes back carrying Taffy. "Did you find something?"
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"I found Taffy. Did you know this store has fifteen flavors of Taffy? Fifteen?" And to be fair, fifteen is a lot. But it doesn't help me. "What's the clue again?"
"Duck...duck...goose," I say. "Does that make any sense to you at all?"
He shakes his head. "They don't sell geese or proper duck here, he's totally a serial killer. Maybe he wants you to kill one as part of some cult initiation." Maybe making clues to help someone see you like them is more trouble and confusing than it's worth, since this isn't a movie.
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I start to feel paranoid, like I'm being watched, and it's an uneasy feeling. Is this my life now? Constantly looking over my shoulder? Whoever he is, thought this was cute probably, I don't think he realized that it can be kinda eerie. Soon every guy I see, I'm thinking, is it him? And most of the time replying, gosh I hope not. Is watching me? Waiting to see if I'll follow the clues. Or is this one of those pranks where I fall for this guy, only to go on the final reveal date, and it's a pig in lipstick. Kids can be cruel, you know?
I wander down another aisle and Dubby follows suit, eating a taffy bar. I look at all the greeting cards. I love greeting cards, I love everything about them. They have cute little designs, the sentiment, what can be written inside. I see one of a duck and if I were a dog right now, my ears would be perking up.
I take it from the stand and open it, but it's blank. I see another beside it with another duck, but this time is an adorable pink cartoon one with a shirt on that says; I'm quackers about you. I laugh so hard. If this is my secret admirer, he should know this is what I'd find funny. When I open the card, there's handwriting inside.
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