Dear Secret Admirer,

First of all, let me say:

Thank you. From the bottom-left-corner of my rear window, thank you. You made my day. I walked around smiling all afternoon, and I only wish you could have seen it. In fact, maybe you did. Did you?

You've left me in quite a predicament. I don't know who you are. You probably don't know this about me, but I'm a smidge of a control freak, and this is throwing me for a loop, but in a good way. You see, typically when I think a guy might be interested- wait. You are a guy, aren't you? If not, let me stop now and say, we need to talk. I'm assuming you are. I'll just run with that.

As I was saying, typically, when I sense a guy is interested in me, I try to manipulate and control the situation to make myself look better. You know...say funny things, look cute, wear lipstick...all that stuff. Also, I try to not show up in my sweats and stuff like that. So, now, I'm in uncharted territory. See, I don't know what do to next. So I just left you that little message on my window. Next step is yours.

I also feel as though I'm being watched. And I look at people very suspiciously. I look at them and think...is it you? Did you write on my car? Do you secretly admire me?! Just so you're aware: I was not exactly sane before you added paranoia to my big bag o' crazy. You've been warned. I'll understand if I walk outside later tonight or tomorrow and see a big "just kidding" sign on the window. I won't blame you.

So, in summation: Thank you. Hope you're a guy. You should probably know I'm a little crazy. What do we do now?

Love and kisses (unless you're not a guy),

The object of your affection

Crazy Jen

UPDATED TO ADD:

Okay, I'm watching Say Anything tonight, and if you really want to get my attention, here's a little advice: boom box. Peter Gabriel. Outside my window.

Just sayin'