I have always liked writing mystery letters to handsome strangers. Some people like to jump out of airplanes, some people bungee off bridges, but there’s nothing like the suspense of posting a cheeky letter off and seeing what happens next.
It’s always been a fun way to pass the time for me. Anyone that happens to take my eye, I’ll jot down a little mysterious something and send it to them. It’s a little quirky, but you should see their faces the next day.
Some people might think it’s mean or nasty to play with people’s emotions like that, but it’s all harmless fun and the guys I send them to always look like they could use a bit of excitement in their lives. They need a bit of a buzz and this is the perfect way to do it. And so what? If nothing else, it gives them an interesting story to tell their buddies.
But it doesn’t always work out.
About six months ago I first laid eyes on this cute blonde guy who started working at a café I go to. He was gorgeous and looked very at home in his black T-shirt making the coffees.
Naturally he always had the girls sitting around him at the counter trying to chat him up, but he never took them seriously. You could see that. I toyed with the thought of saying something myself, but the girls all looked so desperate and silly, gushing and laughing too loud at every little joke he made. I didn’t want to be just another face in the beeline, so I usually just sat in the corner watching.
Even though I had been going there for so long, the only words I ever spoke to him were my coffee orders. In that whole time I never found out his name, so I simply had to write “To the blonde cutie” on the envelope that contained my mystery letter and address it to the café. The problem was that the mail came at lunchtime the next day while his girlfriend was visiting. I was there to witness it all.
When the mailman passed the post over, she eyed the letter like a hawk and started making a fuss about it in front of everyone. She was yelling and pouting and trying to get him to open it right there and then, but he wouldn’t. You could see he was trying not to make a scene before the customers but she wasn’t backing down. Eventually she couldn’t help herself and ripped it out of his hands and read it herself. My words.
When she was finished she tore it up into little pieces, screamed and broke up with him right there on the spot. Then she ran out of the café leaving everyone stunned, not to mention poor blondie who had to continue working the rest of the day.
I don’t think he knows I wrote the letter, but unless someone writes to tell him, it’s going to be my little secret.
And now I know he’s unattached, maybe I’ll ditch the written messages and deliver him a personal one. I hope he likes Italian food.
