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January 12, 2009 |
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Here's the Deal-e-o
FOUND by Andrea
in Southern Georgia
I found this on the floor in the grocery store I work at on Valentine's day.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
i would have called, that was sweet. :D
and its sad that he got rid of it on valentines day :C
I don't think it's a good idea to insult yourself in a letter asking someone what the deal-e-o is. But still, I hope he called.
This poor girl sounds so sweet. Hope she finds someone that actually likes her and treats her right.
Heather, sweetie, here's the dealio for realio....guys don't do desperate. I hope you rewrote this note before giving it to him because in this draft you sound clingy and needy. Highschool guys don't like it when the girl "tries 100 different times" to hold their hand. (During a ROTC recruiting film? Romantic, no?)Passionate confessions of how crazy you are about him are going to have the opposite effect to the one you want; he is going to run a mile. And apparently did, since this was found on the floor of the supermarket.
I just hope said supermarket isn't where he works as a stocker because if so the other guys never let him forget it. Let's hope Andrea got to it first.
Poor kid.
I appreciate how succinct and clearly the message was delivered. No allusions, just brief factual statements. I still don't think she got the call but, she wrote a good note. Was this written to a girl or guy I wonder.
GET OVER HIM, GIRL!!! He's just not that into you.
You need to be patient and wait for the guy who can't wait to hold your hand, who doesn't leave you guessing, and who makes you feel great about yourself. You deserve it!!!
The problem-e-o here is that Heather hasn't read the ROTC's "Don't ask, don't tell" policy.
Her note wasn't written to some guy. The name that's blocked out at the top was Jennifer, or Krystal, or something like that.
Jennifer (or whatever her name is) just doesn't want to beat around THAT particular "bush." And Heather ought to look into playing golf or field hockey instead.
Cheer-e-o!
This was painful to read . . . I think I wrote a few letters like this a hundred years ago. So desperately cheerful, but breaking inside. Hope she finds someone who doesn't inspire this kind of missive.
If I got sent this I'd definitely give her a call. Even if I didn't like her, I'd feel obliged to let her down gently. I know what it's like to have crippling shyness around people you like, so I feel a solidarity here. May you find the happiness you're looking for, Heather
Sad letter. Wonder where Heather was going to be if she doubted she'd be there tomorrow.
Wonder if Andrea only works in a grocery store on Valentine's Day?
101 or lol?
Not sure which is better/worse.
I appreciate her candor. I don't think she sounds desperate. She just wants to know the deal-e-o.
This letter makes me think a little bit of Jon.
http://garfieldminusgarfield.net/post/69946510
Does anyone else find it strange how her handwriting dramatically changed at the end of the letter? Was she rushing? Was she tired? Did someone else end it for her?
Spam protection - 28x15=? Making me get out my calculator so early in the morning!
Wouldn't it be great to have someone like you 1000 times more than they should and let you beat around the bush. Wonder why she doubts being here tomorrow?
I could have written this last week...
FOUND guys, I can understand why you blur out a cell phone numbers, but why the names of one of the parties? What would the chances be that someone knows them? We all know Heather is a fatass girl name, anyway.
tryed and tomarrow are dealbreakers for me.
"I leave after the 5th" implies that the 5th is some future date.. but she doubts she'll be here tomarrow? confussing.
OH NO! Why did her handwriting go all wonky when she said she doubted she'll be here tomorrow???
@can we still be friends:
"I leave after 5th" means "after fifth period," as in high school.
@baby basil:
"guys don't do desperate"? That's the surest way for some high school guys to score.
I'm not sure why she's asking him what the deal-e-o is when anyone can plainly see that she already knows the deal-e-o. She just wants her face to be mashed in it painfully and slowly so she can enjoy the agony. If a guy is interested in you, he will do something about it.
Romance can be where ever you find it . . . even during an ROTC film ;)
I wonder where did she go the day before or why she wouldn't be there?
Maybe the news is good for Heather. Since the note was lost (and then found) in a supermarket, maybe the recipient was there buying a box of chocolates or a bouquet of flowers for Heather. Lots of supermarkets sell those kinds of things.
I get the impression that Heather likes to use the word "hell" a lot.
@Turbo in the Thunderdome
My name is Heather and I'm NOT a fatass thank you.
Yes, Turbo, and we all know "Turbo" is a dumbass name. So, you know, get stuffed.
This poor girl. I hope she finds a decent date. She sounds really sweet. Hell, with how down on themselves most girls are about their asses, no matter the size, I doubt she's very fat at all. Not that it would make her less deserving if she were.
I'm torn. I agree 100% with those who say it reeks of desperation and trying-too-hard, but I also agree with those who say she sounds sweet and who hope the guy called her and that it was a happy-ever-after thing. But I'm pretty sure it wasn't.
What tugs at my heart is the change of handwriting. In the first part, her handwriting is relaxed but cautious - slanted to the left, as if she's keeping her distance from the recipient, protecting herself a bit.
It's almost straight up and down - direct and straightforward - at "I'll just leave you alone" but then leaning back when she says "here's my cell," as if she knows that she's going to get rejected and wants to avoid it, but has to go through with it.
Then her handwriting gets tight and nervous and indecisive - she's torn about the whole thing; she wants him to know how she feels but she's pretty sure she's going to get rejected but she wants to know so - what the hell - she just scribbles out the last lines, blurting it out, with a rightward slant as if she's reaching out to the recipient, leaning towards him.
Even so, she knows he's not going to call, so she plans, ahead of time, to be absent from school "tomorrow" so that she doesn't have to face him. She'll have a day of privacy to come to terms with the disappointment and embarrassment, but (she hopes) he'll assume her absence was related to something else, because after all, she announced it *before* she knew what his answer was. Then, the day after tomorrow, everyone will just pretend nothing happened... but the day after *that*, she'll start wondering if perhaps somehow the note went astray and he never saw it.
It's horrible that, at double-plus high school age, I can still related to that, can still remember it (and almost feel it) so keenly.
Eggs..nice to see you around. Of course, you may have been around for a while, but i havent noticed. In that case, I apologize.
I think (whoever said it) is right, girl, he's just not that into you. If someone likes you, its seldom something that you have to ask. (in my experience anyway). Move on. Take some time to learn to spell, it'll serve you better than hanging around trying to get noticed.
@Turbo in the Thunderdome
Yes, my name is Heather, and I'm not a fatass either. In fact, I've known several Heathers and only one of them was even chubby.
change in handwriting = meds wore off
This is Heather's 2nd attempt to get Amy's attention. The first was that hand from the copy machine. Now she is trying the more direct approach.
Poor Heather. I think Amy wants to be left alone.
It reminded me of the song by Bob Dylan that ends, "Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore.
You may not see me tomorrow..." She's waited a long time for this guy and now stands on the shore alone, contemplating.... (gosh, I HOPE not!) I hope, as E said, that she just plans to cut class tomorrow to avoid the humiliation she's sure is coming.
Making a broad joking statement based on someone's name was not meant to raise the ire of skinny-assed Heathers everywhere. Or Blazes (I do need to get stuffed in a big way. It's been months).
Hi Eggs.
Forensics...
The "here's my cell" part is THE response from Person X TO Heather the note writer, and he is giving them Heather the cell. So at least she can call him when he is not there the next day.
However -
The next day the person X did not take the call. The cell rang - and person X said this to the person they were with "OMG! It's that crazy fat ass stalker chick Heather who tried to grab my hand a 100 times at a movie once. An keeps wanting me to beat her around the bush - which is totally gross as she has never heard about the concept of bikini waxing..."
I'm sure she is nice and I wish her all the happiness in the world, but the fat-ass line makes me think of a song...
Queen: Fat Bottomed Girls
OOOOH, you gonna take me home tonight?
oooh, down beside that red firelight;
are you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls,
You make the rockin' world go round.
Or better yet...
Spinal Tab: Big Bottom
The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said
The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo
Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em
Big bottom drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?
I met her on Monday, 'twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day
You know what I mean
My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights, yeah
Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about mud flaps, my girl's got 'em
Big bottom drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo
Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em
Big bottom drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?
Sing along to yourselves
The closet romantic-comedy-movie-watcher in me wants to believe this turned out the way she wanted it to, sadly the sarcastic and bitter real-life me thinks he never called. At least a nice 'founder' in Georgia (yo-represent!) found this and not meanies who would crank call her (see, I'm so bitter!).
Feeling, I LOVE IT!! Spinal Tap. Have the movie right here...
I thought it was signed "<3 Heath"...101
@Turbo
Careful, you don't want to get on the wrong side of a Heather. Didn't you see the movie? ;)
Someone should read He's Just Not That Into You
This person can't figure it out, who ever she or he wrote to is "Just not into him or her"
I think it's sweet and honest. Hell, if she's brave enough to put it out there like this while she's still in high school, she's got spunk and will go far.
And usually the girls who say they are fat are anything but. But I agree with whoever said that self-deprecating remarks don't belong in a "do you like me?" sort of note.