Secret Admirer

At home or in our local pub, a few girls caught my eye, as well as a couple of guys. There was a woman who I had spoke to a few times and got along with. Helen was her name. We didn't speak enough to arrange a date, but we flirted. I thought maybe it was her. But could she love me? I didn't think so.

Bt then again it could be anyone I know or speak to. It was a mystery.

That Friday night again sat in the pub, I told my friends about the mysterious phone calls and flowers and chocolates.

"My my Daniel, they have got it bad." Marco chuckled.

"Oh come on lads it isn't funny now. I need to know before I go mad. I'm wondering if I should tell Laura."

"It could be her mate, trying to make it up to you. She may want to get back together." Andy suggested.

I thought about it. "Hey it could be. But why wouldn't she just tell me to my face?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Secrecy and thrill of it Dan." 

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So that night at home I asked her if she was my secret admirer. She just laughed. 

"Secret admirer? Don't flatter yourself. No it's not me, but it sounds like the girl really loves you." Laura replied.

I sighed and hopped into the shower. I really tried to rack my brain with who it could be. There were people who I thought of, Helen, Janice, Brad, James, even Mary my secretary. Mary was more like a mother to me though. I told her things like I told Andy, so it really couldn't be her. But there could be others I didn't know about.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself and looked in the mirror at my naked form. So I wasn't bad looking, my body was ok. 6ft 1 tall, ash blond hair and blue eyes and an average shape face. I had a reasonable amount of body hair in all the right places, my muscles were average from working out in the gym and I had an average build. My chest was smooth as well as my ass, tanned and toned. My flaccid cock hung about 3-4 inches and grew to 6 1/2 when erect, quite thick and uncut, so I'm pretty average there as well. 

But thats me....average. Why would anyone go to the trouble of wanting to be my secret admirer? Theres nothing special about me. Why would this person go to all this trouble?

I didn't sleep much that weekend.

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It was soon Monday again and the start of the third week for my admirer and my troubles. Going to work, I entered my office to find another bunch of flowers and this time a card. I sat down and opened it up. The writing was hand written, but I figured it would be the shop lady's writing.

Daniel.
I know this has been troubling you, and I know you have been wracking your brains trying to figure out who I am. One day soon, I hope to tell you to your face. 
All you need to know right now is that I love you. I love you like no other and always will, but all will be revealed soon enough.
All my love, your secret admirer xxx

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I read it time and time again. I decided to phone my best mate Andy, but he was busy in a meting. So I phoned Steve, figuring he'd know what to do.

"Hey Dan how's things?" He asked.

"I'm ok but I got another bunch of flowers and this time a message."

"Oh ok what does it say?" He asked.

I told him word for word. "So what do you think?" I asked afterwards.

Steve remained quiet. He spoke up. "Not sure but sounds like this person either really loves you or is taking the piss."

"You think it's still a joke?" I asked him.

"What do you think? They're going to a lot of trouble if it is. Just leave it and see what happens. If it's a joke then it's a sick one."

"Yeah I guess so. Thanks anyway Steve. Hey you think it's a woman then?"

"Don't know, but not many people know you're Bi mate, so I'm guessing it is."

"Yeah probably. Thanks mate, seeya Friday." I said.

"Ok seeya." He said then hung up.

I couldn't concerntrate all day. Mary found another vase to put the flowers in and I think even she was curious to know who the mystery woman was, since I'd told her. She said she would listen out for me, to see if anyone said or did anything unusual and I thanked her.

At the gym, I stared over at Brad, and he was looking over at me and I thought it was him, but didn't say anything so I flrted back.

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Nothing came of it and I never recieved any letters, phone calls, flowers or choclates for the next three weeks after that. I figured that the person who was doing it had either given up or let their feelings pass. I got back into my work, and life seemed to return to normal again. 

I was secretly hoping to hear from this person again, secretly wishing that they could change my life, that whoever it was could help me end my marriage and give me a reason to leave. I wanted to love and be loved again. I sometimes wished that maybe I should've taken the 'gay' route in life. Should've found a decent guy to be with. Maybe if I hadn't met Laura, would I be with a woman now? But then again, I wouldn't have had my kids, and I would never regret having them. 

All these 'maybe's' and 'what if's'. No point dwelling on the past, and thinking things that were never meant to be.

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Then it happened. Six weeks after the first contact, I got the note. It was delievered with a bunch of flowers to my office on the Monday morning.

Daniel
The time has come for me to reveal myself. 
Meet me outside the Farmhouse restaurant at 7.45pm tonight. I have booked a meal there and I hope you will dress for the occasion.
Please come
All my love, your secret admirer xxx

"FUCK!" I said outloud. Mary rushed in.

"Are you ok Daniel?" She asked.

I showed her the note."My God." She replied. Then "Oops sorry daniel. It's just...welll..."

"Yeah I know. This is it Mary. Tonight I find out who my secret admirer is." I said leaning back against my leather chair.

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I got myself ready that night although I really don't know how I managed to shower and dress myself. I was a nervous wreck. Laura didn't know of course, but she could tell I had something on my mind. She went out before me and I put on my best suit, wanting to impress my secret admirer. Not that I figured I needed to impress by the sounds of it.

My palms were sweating as I drove to the Farmhouse restaurant. I loved it there and the food was delicious. This person obviously either had good taste, or knew that I liked it there.

I parked up and checked myself in the mirror, wiping away the sweat that had gathered there. I wondered how they must be feeling right now. I was 5 minutes early but I got out and waited at the door entrance.

I checked my watch and the minutes rolled by so slowly. It was 7.55pm and I figured that it was all a joke, that someone was playing with my mind. I was just turning to leave when a hand grabbed my shoulder and a male voice spoke.

"Where do you think you're going." I smiled and turned around to see who it was.

I gasped. "ANDY."