Needish

To my secret admirer and the person who replied twice (!) to my last entry. I do not know who you are and one of those two replies is obviously a result of a ?trigger-happy-blog-posting-finger? and should probably not count. But in my life they both count as true as they are there and I am yours. I hereby let the world know that everyone who ever replies twice to a Needish blog-post will have a special place in my heart. And Anita, for being first, that place will be named after you?

Having seen your entries I carefully copy-pasted both of your comments to a clean (especially clean) word-document and printed it on white paper with a border of red hearts on top.

This is what came out of the printer:

love your blog Oscar

love your blog Oscar. Anita

One can deduct several important clues from such beautifully and esthetically challenging entries. Love is spelled without capital L which means that Anita is not a firm believer of THE LOVE. The ONE love, that is. Why are you telling me that Anita? Why do you want me to know already? I don?t even now you by face (and possibly not even your real name) and still you let me know that I can never be the only one. The mystery of the missing capital L will haunt me forever, or (please Anita!), let me know of your inner thoughts. Letting me know long before giving me time to properly scan through the juicy full-length entries that I am not the only one (is Dani the other one?) she lowered my expectations before continuing? love your blog Oscar. Blog? blog? Blog is not a real word. Blog means nothing. What can Anita possibly mean by that. If I take out the r of your and the word that means nothing?

love you Oscar

Adding the second entry

love you Oscar / Anita

Maybe the missing capital L is in fact a game of letters. A combination of I and L.

I love you Oscar / Anita.

Had she only spelled my name using a K instead of the C, I would still be laying in my bed dreaming sweet dreams in pink about the secret admirer who is leaving traces for me to find her heart. But the uncertainties left out there where just to puzzling to not follow. Why Oscar with C? Why love without capital L, why so rugged? Did love hurt you in the past? Is Dani the second man of your fantasies? Where are you Anita? Who are you Anita?

Are you Needish, Anita?