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Dear Mystery Man,

It's been 12 months and 13 days since our first meeting ... that I don't remember. Look, I'm sorry I never called when you came in the library and left me that very flattering note. I honestly don't remember what you look like or anything about you at all. You must have given me the note while I was conveniently busy and didn't notice your attempt to flirt with me. You sure left in a hurry. I later found the note crumpled up in my jean's back pocket. I'm sure you're a very nice person, but alas it will never be. I'm sure that you are so distraught by the lack of response that you received from me, that you probably come in the library everyday to see the beauty before you that is the librarian and wonder if I will miraculously remember you and fall in love. Most likely not.

It must sadden you that you will never experience dating me. You will never have the opportunity to ask me to a really scary movie (which I hate) and afterward have the audacity to invite yourself over to my house where you stay for the four longest hours of my life. You will never have the opportunity to finish up said date by spending the last two hours watching Harry Potter with my family while I'm upstairs lying on my bed pondering if I can escape by shimmying down the drain pipe. You also won't be able to take me to a dance and while there, find the real true love of your life, and ask her for her phone number while I stand by and watch this match made in Heaven. Or, you won't get to experience the fun of taking me to a park for a picnic, and during the Frisbee game going on all around us ask me to offer a prayer on the food.

Oh, what excitement you have missed out on in this past year or so, all because I was too engrossed in my work and oblivious to the going-on's around me to notice the writing on the back of that library slip with the phone number. It's likely I wouldn't have called anyway, I still like the whole boy calls girl thing. Call me old fashioned. So I guess you'll never know what you really missed out on.

Sincerely,

Miss Oblivious.