Wednesday, December 2, 2009

The Ultimate High School Stalker Letter

I have been having a blast going through my old boxes of high school stuff. Pictures, ticket stubs, notes, old research papers, choir programs, mixtapes, and more. I'm an admitted pack rat when it comes to nostalgia, but there were some true gems in this box.

My favorite find was this letter from a boy that REALLY REALLY REALLY liked me. As in creepy-stalker-like. We met over the summer at an extra-curricular service project, and subsequently attended a leadership conference at USU. The next weekend, I accepted an invitation for a pity date. He took me to Stansbury Park Observatory, in which we sat in the back seat of an old pimped out Cadillac, driven by a Hispanic buddy. It was a courtesy date in the first place, even creepier when he showed up with a chauffeur, and creepiest when he lunged toward me and started sucking on my neck on the way home. This letter was in response to the event.

Dear Nicole,
In case you were wondering, that letter that I wrote for Larry*, I also wrote a letter to you, though not nearly as gaudy. Within it were questions, that I felt only you could answer, concerning that night at the observatory!! But, I was talking to Larry* about the note, and he said that he let you read it. Don't be mad at Larry*, he still hasn't told me about "skinny dippers," but he said you told him not to tell me, though he told me anyways.

He said that when you found out that the letter was written by me, you rolled your eyes, when he told me this, it triggered an emotional spark, I thought that you were disgusted by my work, and thus tore the note to you into pieces innumerable, and threw them away. I regret that action, for the note was serious, and I have been in a downward spiral ever since that event, in fact, as I write this, I am almost certain that you are disgusted by the fact that I wrote you, and also feel that you will never read this note, due to the fact that you have shreddid it, and then probably incinerated it. So, I am probably wasting my time.

But if you've actually succumbed to your curiosity about what is written in these pages, then I will ask the questions that I meant to ask.
I was wondering why, suddenly, I have gone from intriguing to revolting. I felt that you used to enjoy my presence, I felt that there was a sense, if only a little, of loss when I was absent. But after that night, things changed, dramatically. I have several theories on the matter. One is, when I kissed you, you found it disturbing, even the thought of such a vile creature touching your face with it's mouth, revolting even to the point of nausea. Another might be, that you wanted me to kiss you, but sooner, and better, and more intensely. Which leads to the conclusion that my hesitance was the downfall of whatever we had built, my ignorance was the cause of it's destruction. And then the most unlikely, when I kissed you, it triggered an emotional response, which triggered a memory of your lost love, and you did not want that to happen between us, so you stopped us from going any further.

Anyway you look at it, I am the louse. but I truly need to know my mistakes, so that I don't destroy any more relationships.
You probably consider me a coward for not confronting you directly about these issues, the reason for that is, I didn't want to see me cry, and every time I think about my actions I feel guilt, and if I talk, my words stumble, and if I talk about it, I rain. I may actually confrunt you on these issues in hopes that you may answer. I need the knowledge that you have. I would also like to know, if we did it all over again, how would you want it to happen? And, if we were to try again, would you try to forget what had happened? I don't wish to WASTE anymore of your time with meaningless babble.

With love and apologies,


!!!Sorry to bring up bad memories

*names changed to protect the guilty. All spelling, punctuation, and grammar errors intact
(circa August 1996)


Zach said...

Dang, that's almost eloquent. A work of literature!

Anonymous said...

That is freaking awesome. And, what, is he from 1890? I love this "pieces inumerable" part.

Runblondie26 said...

Oh my.

The description of your date reminds me of that scene in Napoleon Dynamite where he and Trish get a ride to the dance with Pedro’s cousins.

Summer said...

Too funny!

I love that in the picture you have the LINT drawing! Aw...the love of musicians started at such a young age for both of us! I found a picture of my bedroom when I was going through old pictures and I had a poster of LINT with a giant world with a fire under it that read "Lint. Setting the world on fire."

Oh the memories!

Mishimmy said...

Hahahahahahahahahaha!! Oh honey. I'm so sorry.

At least he had some guts, right? Too few men anymore have any sort of courage at all. I'm just sorry for you that he had it in abundance and decided that attacking your neck was a good way to show his "affections" for you.

Why is it one or the other? All guts or no guts? And never the one that we want it to be. Ah, the joys of singledom.

So, the question that still lies unanswered: Did you ever give him "the knowledge that you have?"

Jillybean said...


Just wow.

What was you response to him? (if any.) is he still stalking you?

And I used to work at ZCMI too! Except I'm significantly older than you.

Hizzeather said...

Oh. My. Goodness. Is this guy American? He wrote it almost as if he typed it in his native tongue and then used Google Translate. Poor guy!

So...did you write back? ;)

Gabrielle Valentine said...

Oh wow. Nicole. This is TOO funny. First, I can see you are quite social. So naturally, people were probably drawn to you in high school. But it sounds like you caught a few "louse"s (as he puts it- which I happen to know is the singular form of "lice" since I just disinfected our entire house and hair of the potential of getting thanks to cousins that were over). So, he admits himself to being a parasite. He sounds fairly intelligent in his eloquence but...yeah. Dude. He's really "becoming Jane" era, here. And WAY too intense for high school. And it sounds like he's got some depressive issues and his self worth isn't so high. I mean, you'd have maybe thought him all Edward-ish if only he'd done it in a more chill type of way. But he came on like...that stalker guy in Something About Mary. Wow. That's hilarious! I never had a stalker in high school =(

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