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Ever had one? One where you had no clue who it was from. If you got one would you be pleased or paranoid?
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Summed up my love life at the time, never knew who sent it. It scarred me for life.
Actually, I was scared. Because of other things going on at the time I was very scared.
And to be honest, since then I hate anything arriving in the post that I'm not expecting.
I'm relieved to say I've never had an unidentified flying valentine winging its way through my letterbox. I did get some very unwelcome roses once, similar circumstances to BB's.
It's also changed how I feel about one of my favourite singles - Chicago's If You Leave Me Now. It was one of the first singles I bought when I was kid.
Now it just sounds needy and desperate.
In fact I began 'hearing' the other side to a lot of romantic songs - lot of stalking seems to go on in songs.
This is the music I requested for parents on Classic FM today - it was played at their wedding.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OvsVSWB4TI
I had a Valentine's card a number of years ago and never did find out who it was from. I was married, so thought it inappropriate of the sender who would undoubtedly have known that. I had my suspicions, but no proof. I took no pleasure in receiving it. I felt a bit stalked and vulnerable. In fact, after that, I made a conscious effort not to be over-friendly towards friends' husbands in case it was misinterpreted.
in a relationship and use these 'moments' as an excuse to part. I myself have never made any effort to be over-friendly towards anyone.
I think I am often too friendly. I do tend to attract all sorts.
*looks around and nods*
When I met up with Nefertari I told her a few anecdotes of my encounters - one where I unintentionally got the attentions of a drug-addled prisoner who was into the occult and renamed me Kamala, another where a mad woman sat in my car and I drove off with her as she told me she was schizophrenic and had a 'fella' who hot-wired cars like mine.
Oh, yes, I've had 'em all. My husband tells me I smile too much at strange people.
*grins*
[quote=Tiny Nell] I smile too much at strange people.[/quote]
Me too.
Tiny Nell that must have been so frightening.....or you pulling my plonker.
I really have to try and smile at people and then I don't mean it. But then again if I don't know them, why should I.
These are but two of the exciting events in the life of Tiny Nell.
I ended up writing to the prisoner and visited him in prison. He called himself Ogle Grimaka and used to send me strange photos of himself with the face cut out.
YUK. He sounds seriously bizarre. Horrible.
What a strange situation I got myself into. He wanted my friend and me to be a wench and a high priestess and sit on a hilltop with him.
I didn't bother.
I didn't know who it was at the time, but in hindsight it seems so obvious - my best friend at the time was a girl and when I told her about it, she told the story back to me, with embellishments, like a romcom film script, which I suppose was my opportunity to cue the orchestra and move in. But I was young, foolish and naive, and just thought her knowing a similar story was a massive coincidence!
Oh Webbo...
Not a Valentines day story,perhaps, but when I was 18, doing National service in the RAF, I spent 5 months on a course at Compton Bassett , Wiltshire, and used to cycle to and fro to Brum every weekend. My route took me through Winchcombe, at the edge of the Cotswolds and I stopped off every Saturday to buy a couple of bananas to 'fuel up' for the second part of the ride. One of the assistants in there was a lovely, petite girl, with short, dark, curly hair, sparkling eyes and a gorgeous smile, and I went weak at the knees the first time I saw her. I used to wait outside the shop until I could see that she was free to serve me, and I used to spend the couple of hours or so it took me to get there, rehearsing the chat -up lines which would win her over. I used to work myself in to a real 'high' by the time I got there, racing pulse and dry mouth, the works. Needless to say,as soon as I walked in to the shop my bravado evaporated and I would just mumble 'hallo', and state the amount of bananas I wanted. The silly thing was, I could sense there was an attraction on her side as well, but I was too bashful to do anything about it, and in those days girls, generally, waited to be asked. I used to finish my ride, completely deflated, swearing to myself that I would do it the following week, but never did.
I can still see her in my mind's eye, and ,now and then, wonder what became of her.
where on EARTH did all my cards get to?
I'm still looking out for postie who didn't arrive y'day. He probasbly forgot where I live and took them all back to the depot.
They could all be waiting at the Erewash comp address, dora.
Shouldn't rush over specially, though. ;)
Funny, just as I read your post the Postman rang the bell and there's me thinking OOOOH!
(why? I dunno)
The parcel was not for me :(
Will be off to Parklands next week, S&M.
I so wish she would turn out to be a member of talkback.
[quote=dora]Will be off to Parklands next week, S&M.[/quote]
Enjoy your S&M, Dora.
:rolleyes:
*freezes*
Some typos are actually funny!
This is one for Lola.
[quote=Baggy Books]Me too.[/quote]
Me three. Never had a secret Valentine but have had unwanted attention thrust my way in past times. Nothing quite as strange or frightening as Tiny Nell or Baggy, thank goodness. And yes, I agree that smiling too much at strangers does tend to tie in with that.
[quote=Maro] I myself have never made any effort to be over-friendly towards anyone.[/quote]
At least you don't attract weirdos, Maro. (Talkback company excepted, of course)
You must be knockin' on 80, now then Maro. ;)
I get so many they send a wagon to my house
Some typos are actually funny!
Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!