So here's the thing: last Monday, I sent my (No Longer) Secret Crush a full-on
love letter: fountain pen, best handwriting, fancy stationary, quoting Lord Byron (
She Walks in Beauty). In other words, The Works.
I sent it snail mail, 'cuz I just wasn't confident she was getting my emails (at the board we're both on, she rarely posts, and has stated her problems w/ getting internet time before---this seems to be a chronic problem for her, no matter where she lives.

)
Now, of course, I'm waiting for
some response---ANY response---from her. An email. A call (I've sent her my numbers before---again, not that I can be sure she got them!). A letter back.
I wish she'd tell me to
go jump in a lake. I really do. I wish she'd call me "An old perv she could never be attracted to". Anything,
anything, that would get her out of my system, and off this interminable Is She?/Isn't She?
addiction she's become.
Dammit. I hate how pathetic I've become. I hate that she's so Freaking Beautiful, and I'm addicted to beauty (Yes, I am that shallow. I hate that all the women who respond to my Yahoo Singles Ad---when they do, which isn't often---
invariably have "faces which could shatter my computer monitor"). I hate that Secret Crush's comparatively
lack of response is still the MOST involved I've been in over 2 years. I hate that my relationship w/ Secret Crush is probably ALMOST entirely in my own mind, yet she's given me
just enough to keep me hoping.
I'm tired of Being Alone, dammit!!!
GG
All alone on a Friday (holiday) night, and GG's in a mood to kvetch! 
Out
JW, my beautiful No-Longer-Secret-Crush: please answer my love-letter? Somehow???