Secret Admirer

Secret Admirer

Sitting at a bar, thoughts of muses, poetry. and loneliness floated alongside the ice cubes in my mojito.

I scribbled an occasional sentence or verse on a napkin because they were napkin worthy, unlike most of my other thoughts which are written on….

A waitress asked what I was doing.

“Writing poetry on a napkin.”

Time passed, my melancholy mood in this crowded bar, did not.

The waitress returned with a carnation. Pointing at an empty booth, she advised me a beautiful blonde was watching me as I drank and wrote. She was the curious person who wanted to know what I was writing.

Just before she left, my secret admirer asked the waitress to deliver the flower with a message.

“Mr. Poet, let this inspire you until the next time we meet for the first time.”

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This photo is the carnation resting on the footboard of my bed.

Lonely Author’s Secret Admirer Goes Bananas

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Yes, people I have to let the truth be known; because I want the world to know. I can no longer contain this secrecy.  Lonely Author has a secret admirer.

Yes, someone has fallen for this charming Chimp and I have incriminating evidence.

Today, I have over 165 views. All from ONE dedicated follower. Yes ONE follower. In my brief blogging history, I have only made 82 posts, but my secret admirer has read each and every one of them twice today. And she has liked my 82 posts 87 times.

Is that dedicaton or what?

To my devoted ONE follower I say…I am flattered, honored, and well… surprised that anyone would go that apeshit over me.

Arrivederci, my love.